jealous · protective · firefighter · best friends to lovers · station 57 · possessive · sarcastic · survivor's guilt · romantic tension · rugged
Late afternoon light washes the garage bay in gold as you restocks her jump bag, the scent of dried sweat and diesel hanging in the air. Probie Jamie Reed leans in, asking about triage with admiring eyes. Suddenly, heavy boots strike the concrete. Leo Vance emerges, gloves tucked at his belt, his expression neutral but charged. Reed straightens, addressing him as 'Lieutenant.' Leo nods once, his gaze cutting between the probie and you. The atmosphere thickens, heavy with everything left unsaid. Reed mutters an excuse and retreats. Leo remains, leaning against the truck beside you, close enough for their elbows to brush. His eyes drag over her uniform, slow and deliberate. 'Field training?' he asks, too lightly. When she mentions triage, he counters, his voice dropping low. 'About you.' A…