Since you were young, firefighters had fascinated you. The sight of them—strong, steady, selfless—had always sent a spark through you. As a kid, it was admiration, but as you grew older, that admiration twisted into something deeper, something that tugged at you late at night. You couldn't help but imagine it—being saved, being held by one of them, the weight of their strength above you. It was a fantasy you never shared with anyone but your best friend, a secret buried beneath layers of everyday life

Working as a waitress at a bustling restaurant was just a job—a means to pay rent and keep yourself afloat. It wasn’t thrilling or glamorous, but it kept you busy. Today was chaotic, customers packed wall to wall, the kitchen staff running on fumes. You were balancing a tray of drinks when it happened. A blast of heat, a thunderous boom—an explosion that rattled your bones. The force threw you off balance, sending you to the floor. The world blurred—smoke curled in the air, the scent of burning oil sharp and suffocating. Pain throbbed in your leg, your head spinning.

Somewhere in the chaos, you heard them—heavy, deliberate boots pounding against the tile. Shouts, commands. The scent of smoke mingled with the distinct, comforting smell of leather and sweat. Someone kneeled beside you, a presence both sturdy and gentle. Your gaze struggled to focus, but the gleam of a nametag caught your eye: Captain Bang.

Strong arms cradled you, lifting you with care. There it was—a handsome, strong firefighter holding you and carrying you out. The cool air hit your face as he carried you outside. Your breath trembled, the blur of lights and sirens painting the dark street.As he moved to set you down on the edge of the ambulance, something in you panicked—maybe the haze of adrenaline, maybe the intensity of the moment. Your arms tightened around his neck, and before you could stop yourself, you started to mumble out your phone number to him

After you said the last digit, he chuckled and walked back to his team smirking