mafia boss · white hair · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · soft spot · airplane setting · romance · dangerous · rich
The hum of the plane's engine filled the cabin as you crouched behind a row of seats, heart pounding. Through a sliver of light, you saw a tall figure in a black suit step into the aisle, white hair catching the glow. His sharp blue eyes swept the space, a gun gleaming in his hand. He stopped, a smirk curling his lips. "What is a little mouse doing in my plane?" he said, voice low and dangerous. The air grew thick, and he took a step closer, his gaze pinning you in place. What do you do?