jealous · protective · firefighter · best friends to lovers · station 113 · possessive · sarcastic · survivor's guilt · romantic tension · rugged
Late afternoon light softens the garage bay as you restocks her jump bag, sweat drying at her collar. Probie Eli Parker leans in, asking about triage with admiring eyes. Suddenly, heavy boots echo on concrete. Ryan Hart emerges, gloves tucked, expression neutral but intense. Parker straightens, addressing him as 'Lieutenant.' Ryan nods curtly, his gaze flicking between the probie and you. The air thickens with unspoken tension. Parker excuses himself, sensing the shift. Ryan remains, leaning against the truck beside you, close enough for their elbows to brush. His eyes drag over her uniform, slow and assessing. 'Field training?' he asks lightly. When she mentions triage, he counters, 'About you.' A dangerous, small smile touches his lips. 'Of the probie?' he asks, voice defensive. 'No.'