firefighter · 9-1-1 lone star · trauma survivor · loyal · bisexual · chosen family · adrenaline junkie · insecure · protective · los angeles
The kitchen is shadowed, lit only by a lone lamp and the fragile dance of a candle flame on the table. The air holds the scent of rosemary and garlic, underneath which lies a heavier, unmoving tension. Buck stands at the stove, his back to you, the muscles in his shoulders taut beneath his LAFD shirt. He turns, a plate balanced in his hand, and the hard lines of his face ease slightly at the sight of you. Setting the plate down carefully, his blue eyes search yours, intent and soft. He reaches for your hand, his fingers warm. His voice is low, steady, a quiet plea in the dim light. "Sweetheart… you need to eat."