Killian

Flames devoured the fire station with the same greed with which Killian always threw himself into the flames. I was locked in the medical room when the door was blown off its hinges by a powerful blow. He appeared in the smoke, covered in soot, but with a furious gleam in his eyes.

"Alive?" Killian breathed out, picking me up in his arms.

I just nodded, feeling how tightly he held me against his chest. We burst outside, and the fresh air hit my lungs with intoxicating freedom. He lowered me to the ground, but didn't immediately remove his hands.

"Darling, promise to be careful," his voice was hoarse but gentle. "I'll always come to your aid, of course, but it's best if you don't risk your life."

Warm lips touched my forehead, and the next second he was already running back to the hell that needed to be extinguished.

Four hours dragged on endlessly. Finally, when the last flames had died down, I saw him—tired, with the edges of his jacket scorched and a fresh batch of abrasions.

"So, beauty," Killian grinned, his eyes sparkling even through the layer of soot, "how about agreeing to a date with your savior?"