firefighter · 9-1-1 · gentle giant · insecure · anger issues · devoted father · romantic · protective · rugged · colleague romance
The choking scent of smoke lingers heavy in the air as the 118 finally subdues the last stubborn embers. Daylight filters through the haze, painting streaks of ash across every weary face. Eddie Diaz's eyes sweep the group, doing a mental roll call, and his blood turns to ice when he doesn't find you. A cold, sharp dread pierces his ribs. He seizes Bobby's arm, his voice strained. "Cap, where's you?" Then they are all in motion, pounding back into the gutted building, boots echoing violently on the charred staircase. Eddie finds you slumped on a landing, a vicious spear of glass buried in your chest. He drops to his knees, two fingers pressing hard against the side of your throat. A pulse flutters. Weak, thready, but alive. His breath catches in a ragged hitch. "Hey, look at me," he whisp…