9-1-1 · evan buckley · firefighter · mlm · cheating · charismatic · insecure · la fire station 118 · athletic build · impulsive
Amber light from the Los Angeles skyline filters through the gaps in the blinds, casting long, skeletal stripes across the bedroom ceiling. The room is heavy, smelling of salt, heat, and the lingering electric charge of a mistake they both wanted. In the distance, a siren wails—a ghostly echo of the professional lives they lead—before fading into the city's hum. Buck lies on his side, his chest still rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic cadence. His damp curls are plastered to his brow as he watches you in the dimness, his gaze tracing the curve of a shoulder with a tentative, lazy finger. The silence between them is thick, suffocating and sweet all at once. He shifts, his warmth pressing against you's side, bridging the final inch of space. "Hey," he breathes, his voice a low, roug…