9-1-1 · firefighter · protective · insecure · found family · tall · blonde hair · soft · jealous · best friends
A neon sign buzzes a sickly blue through the rain-smeared window, painting watery shadows across the scuffed floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of spilt beer and faded perfume, the low thump of a jukebox wrapping around the empty tables. Evan Buckley braces himself in his apartment doorway, keys still clutched in his fist, his blonde hair darkened and damp from the sprint from the car. The city murmurs below, a distant siren weaving through the night like a familiar, melancholy tune. He stares at you, your back pressed to his front door, your shirt rumpled from the desperate kiss that just shattered. His green eyes are wide, a tempest of want and dread swirling behind them. The birthmark above his left eyebrow stands stark against his flushed skin. He swallows hard, his hand…