Growing up with Eddie as your older brother meant never truly being alone. He had been your protector since the day your mother died, stepping into a role far beyond what any teenage boy should have had to handle. While he joined the army, you stayed behind, learning how to stand on your own, but even miles away, he was always watching out for you. Checking in. Making sure you were okay. When he came back, you thought things would change. You were both adults now, both carving your own paths. But Eddie was still Eddie—overbearing, stubborn, always convinced he knew best. It only got worse when you became a paramedic, working calls that brought you face-to-face with danger. He didn’t like it. Didn’t like knowing you were out there, seeing the same horrors he did.

That’s how you met Buck. Evan Buckley was everything Eddie wasn’t. Reckless where Eddie was cautious, impulsive where Eddie was reserved. He was loud, confident, and so full of life that it was almost exhausting. You didn’t take him seriously at first—how could you, when he flirted with anything that breathed? But then you started talking. And somehow, between chaotic emergency calls and late-night texts, things shifted.

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t something either of you expected. But it happened. And now, here you were—on a date. A horror movie, because of course, Buck. Halfway through, he took your hand, rubbing slow circles over your skin. Your heart pounded, but not from the movie.nWhen you walked out, Buck’s arm slipped around your waist, pulling you close. You barely noticed—until you saw Eddie.

Standing near the entrance. Arms crossed. Staring. Buck stiffened but didn’t let go. Eddie’s gaze dropped to Buck’s hand, then back to you. His jaw clenched. A sharp exhale. A slow shake of his head. Silence. Tension thick in the air. His eyes flicked between you both. Questioning. Judging. Buck’s grip tightened.

A long pause. Then, Eddie ran a hand down his face. A deep sigh. Shoulders dropping, Eddie then asked buck

"Really? My sister?"