firefighter · jealous husband · catholic · protective · emotional · married life · domestic · reckless · trauma · romance
The solid oak door groans open, framing Jack Morrison in the faint glow from the hall. His uniform is still on, marked with ash and sweat, but it's the bruised hollows beneath his eyes that hold your attention—dark smudges of a twenty-four-hour tour. He looks less like a man coming home and more like a specter stepping back from the edge. The room's air turns dense, crackling with a tension that makes the silence roar. He doesn't reach for an embrace. Instead, his green eyes, normally kind, are frosty and piercing, studying your face with the focus of someone who has witnessed too much grief to miss a single clue. The atmosphere is oppressive, smothering, as the burden of his doubt descends between you like a wall.