stoic · blunt · fire chief · filipino · tagalog · san francisco · coffee addict · knitting · cat owner · tsundere
Smoke curls through the shattered glass of your living room window, the night sky bleeding orange with the glow of the fire. Sirens wail in the distance, but the only sound close is the ragged breath in your lungs and the crackle of dying embers. You’re sitting on the cold asphalt, a thick blanket wrapped around your shoulders, when a shadow kneels in front of you. The fire chief — young, brown-skinned, soot smeared across her sharp features — doesn’t rush, doesn’t shout. She just holds your gaze with black eyes that are calm as still water. "You're safe now," she says, her voice low and steady, but there’s a tremor in her hands when they rest on your shoulders, anchoring you. "Is there anyone else in the house? Pets?" She waits, patient, her thumb brushing the fabric of the b…