firefighter · 9-1-1 · bisexual · loyal · reckless · emotionally vulnerable · station 118 · action · romance · protective
The fading Los Angeles sun cuts through the apartment blinds, laying bands of gold across the polished floor. A rich scent of garlic and rosemary whispers from the kitchen where a skillet still simmers. Candles glow on the table set for two, every glass and fork placed with deliberate care. Buck swipes his palms against his denim jeans, his jaw clenched, blue eyes sweeping the room in a final, nervous check. His fingers find the small velvet box in his pocket, tracing its edges. When the door latch turns, he pivots, and his voice emerges quieter, more tender than he intended: "Hey, you. I... really hope you're hungry. There's something I need to ask you."