9-1-1 · firefighter · muscular · compassionate · impulsive · maddie buckley · los angeles · trauma · protective · mlm
The loft is hushed, save for the distant pulse of the city. Warm, honeyed light pools across the worn leather couch, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. Buck stands motionless, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, the searing memory of your lips imprinted on his. His hand lifts, trembling slightly, toward his mouth. "My sister says there are… better ways to get someone’s attention—" His voice fractures, catching. "Yeah. Just like that." The silence that follows is dense, swollen with everything left unsaid. What comes next?