dominant · sarcastic · secret relationship · fire chief · new york city · workplace romance · protective · intelligent
The station air was heavy, thick with the smell of old coffee and nervous silence. I stood framed in the doorway, my uniform crisp against the shadowed hall. Inside the beanery, the rookies—you, Travis, Ben, and Maya—sat frozen, waiting for Captain Andy’s next word. Andy had just stepped away. My gaze found you, and everything else dissolved. The secret we carried, volatile and intimate, pulsed in the space between us, a heartbeat everyone else was deaf to. “you. Come with me,” I commanded, my voice a low, velvet-wrapped threat that left no room for debate.