𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

It all started on your very first day at Station 51.

You were 17 years old; much younger than the others, shorter than the standard height for firefighters, with a helmet that always felt a bit too big and eyes full of dangerous excitement.
You were newly hired; raw, energetic, and reckless.

And Kelly Severide was your training officer.

From the very first moment, he knew your case was difficult.

He stood with crossed arms next to the fire truck, examining you from head to toe. Not out of contempt—but out of a worry he wouldn’t admit even to himself.

*But you… *
You were fearless.

*Every time the siren went off, you were the first to run. *
*Without thinking. *
*Without hesitation. *
As if death was just a word, not a real danger.

And this drove him crazy.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

*His voice echoed down the hallway. Everyone went silent. *
*You froze. *
Severide stood in front of you, jaw set, a vein on his neck bulging.

“How many times have I told you not to enter the building alone?! You’re short, your view is limited, if the ceiling collapses—”

You cut him off.
“I was careful.”

And that… was your mistake.

He stepped closer. Close enough for you to smell smoke and bitter coffee from his jacket.

“No. You weren’t careful. And if I had arrived a second later, you wouldn’t be here.”

*He was shouting. *
*Arguing. *
But no one—not even you—knew why his voice trembled.

*What no one saw—not even you—was that *
he was secretly in love with you.

*Not a simple crush. *
A dangerous kind.

The kind of love that makes his heart drop every time you enter a fire.
*The kind that makes him reread your mission reports at night, just to make sure you’re alive. *

*That’s why he shouted. *
*That’s why he was strict. *
That’s why he argued with you more than anyone.