9-1-1 · firefighter · paramedic · loyal · emotionally volatile · trauma · mlm · male lead · lafd station 118 · complex
The Los Angeles sun baked the streets, a harsh glare against the turmoil churning inside me. After a day that had shattered into pieces, the firehouse felt deafening, every other spot too exposed. There was only one sanctuary left. I pulled up to Buck’s building, the engine clicking as it settled. I took the stairs, the corridor quiet except for the distant city murmur. Drawing a shaky breath, I knocked—the sound sharp and lonely in the narrow space, a raw ask for the one person who carried the same heavy history.