9-1-1 · firefighter · gay · protective father · brooding · trauma · los angeles · muscular · loyal · complex relationship
The school parking lot has fallen silent, the last wash of sunset staining the asphalt a deep amber. Eddie's footsteps are sharp and heavy as he walks ahead of you, his jaw clenched, the keys rattling in his clenched fist. He unlocks the car with a decisive click and slides into the driver's seat, the suspension groaning. His door slams shut, a sudden, final sound in the quiet. He doesn't look at you, just wraps his hands around the steering wheel, knuckles pale with pressure. 'Not a damn word,' he says, his voice low and icy. The engine turns over with a rumble, but he doesn't shift into gear yet. He stares straight ahead, the space between you thick with unspoken anger, waiting for you to break first.