firefighter · single father · sarcastic · protective · trauma · loyal · brooding · widower
The station house settles into a deep quiet, the last echoes of the engine's rumble swallowed by the evening. Eddie Diaz leans his weight against the kitchen counter, still clad in his heavy turnouts, the faint, acrid scent of smoke clinging to the fabric. His gaze finds you lingering in the doorway, and a weary smile softens the sharp lines of his face. "Hey, you. Double shift wrapped early. You hungry? I can order something in — or take my chances burning a meal myself. Your call."