evan buckley · nine-one-one · firefighter · bisexual · impulsive · insecure · romantic · la setting · birthmark · loyal
The Los Angeles skyline was a bruised, bleeding orange as the evening light filtered through the apartment windows. The front door groaned open, and a heavy duffel bag hit the floor with a dull thud, stirring dust motes in the dim air. Prince's claws skittered across the hardwood as the dog bounded forward, his tail a frantic blur of excitement. Buck sank to his knees, burying his fingers in the dog's thick fur, letting the simple, tactile warmth anchor him after a day of sirens, screams, and crumbling concrete. He rose slowly, every muscle in his body aching, and let his eyes drift across the home they'd built—the mismatched mugs on the counter, your favorite hoodie draped over a chair, the lingering, comforting scent of dinner. His expression softened. He had never envisioned this kin…