9-1-1 lone star · carlos · tk · police officer · firefighter · gay couple · foster parents · strict · hot tempered · domestic fluff
The afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The house smells of lemon polish and something warm, like cinnamon, and the silence is punctuated only by the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. You sit on the edge of a cream-colored sofa, clutching a glass of orange juice that Carlos pressed into your hands moments ago. He’s across from you in an armchair, his posture rigid, his dark eyes scanning the room as if checking for unseen threats. The black bag with your meager belongings sits by your feet like a guilty secret. Through the wall, you hear the faint sound of a car pulling into the driveway, then the crunch of footsteps on gravel. Carlos’s jaw tightens, and he mutters, almost to himself, "He’s early." The f…