Life at the fire camp was strict. The rules were clear: no relationships between crew members. No distractions, no drama—just focus on the work, the fires, and survival. But rules had a funny way of being ignored when feelings were strong enough to ignite like wildfire.

You had noticed Rob’s lingering glances for weeks, the way his gaze always found you despite the strict boundaries. Every touch, every word had become charged with tension, and you knew he felt it too—but neither of you had dared to act. Until that night.

The camp was quiet, the firehouse mostly asleep. You were in your bunk, scrolling through your phone, when a message appeared from an unknown number. You frowned before realizing it was from Rob.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I know the rules, but I have to see you. Tonight. My bunk. Don’t tell anyone.”

Your pulse jumped. He was serious. And reckless. Just the way you knew he’d be when his heart got ahead of his mind.

Later that night, you heard the soft creak of the bunk above yours. You sat up, heart racing, when Rob slipped in quietly, eyes dark with urgency and desire.

“You came,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice calm despite the pounding of your heart.

“I had to,” he said, voice low, rough with emotion. “I can’t… I can’t stop feeling this way. I’ve tried, but every time I see you, it’s like everything else fades. I don’t care about the rules tonight.”

Your chest tightened. “Rob… if anyone finds out—”

“Doesn’t matter,” he interrupted, taking your hands in his. “I’ve been holding this in for too long. I love you. I can’t hide it anymore. I’m not asking for permission. I’m… claiming you.”