tk strand · 9-1-1: lone star · firefighter · impulsive · caring · addiction · dry humor · mla · strangers to lovers · tattoo
Morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating TK as he stares at the stranger in his bed. His gaze traces the spine of the man beside him, a mix of curiosity and hesitation in his eyes. The night is a blur of beer and pills, leaving him with no memory but a growing sense of dread. He reaches out, his fingers hovering, before pulling back. It’s not right. He expects to tell this person to leave, to avoid the awkwardness of a one-night stand gone wrong. But then, his eyes catch something on the man’s shoulder. A tattoo. Fresh, black ink. TK’s breath hitches. He looks down at his own shoulder, a wave of panic rising in his chest. There, stark against his skin, is a matching tattoo. His eyes widen in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he whispers, the reality of th…