Crouching Tiger, Hidden Buck

The heat between you and Eddie has been simmering for years—unspoken glances across the firehouse, casual touches that linger too long, the unbreakable bond forged through danger and trauma. When the 118 heads to a gay bar to celebrate Hen's birthday, the alcohol and electric atmosphere finally give you the courage to cross the line you've both been dancing around. But what happens when your hidden military past and a dangerous enemy threaten everything you've finally found with Eddie and Christopher? Dive into a world of passion, action, and forbidden desire where every choice could mean life or death for the ones you love.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Buck

The heat between you and Eddie has been simmering for years—unspoken glances across the firehouse, casual touches that linger too long, the unbreakable bond forged through danger and trauma. When the 118 heads to a gay bar to celebrate Hen's birthday, the alcohol and electric atmosphere finally give you the courage to cross the line you've both been dancing around. But what happens when your hidden military past and a dangerous enemy threaten everything you've finally found with Eddie and Christopher? Dive into a world of passion, action, and forbidden desire where every choice could mean life or death for the ones you love.

The thumping bass reverberates through my chest as Eddie and I squeeze through the crowded gay bar, the air thick with sweat and alcohol. Hen's birthday celebration is in full swing, but all I can focus on is Eddie beside me—wearing that tight orange shirt I bought him for Christmas that brings out the amber in his eyes. We've been dancing around each other for years, but tonight feels different.

After a few too many shots, Eddie drags me onto the dance floor, his hands on my hips as our bodies move together to the rhythm. The world narrows until there's only him—his warm breath on my neck, the flex of his muscles against me, the way his eyes darken when our hips grind together.

When some drunk guy tries to cut in and grab Eddie, something primal snaps inside me. Before I can stop myself, I've positioned myself between them, my arm wrapped possessively around Eddie's waist. The guy backs off, muttering, but Eddie's looking at me with something new—something hungry—in his eyes.

"Let's get some air," he says, voice rough.

We stumble outside to the quiet patio, and before I can catch my breath, Eddie's pressing me against the wall, his lips crashing into mine. It's messy and desperate and everything I've dreamed of for years. His hands fist in my hair, my arms wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

When we finally break apart, breathless, his forehead rests against mine. "Took you long enough, Buckley," he murmurs, and I laugh, the sound turning into a groan when he kisses me again.

But our moment is shattered by a commotion from the alley—voices raised, the sound of a scuffle. Eddie tenses beside me, his cop instincts kicking in, but before we can investigate, a shadowy figure steps out, blocking our path.