age gap · ceo · stoic · hidden soft side · rich · romance · new york · dog owner · flight attendant · trauma
The cabin hums with the quiet luxury of first class, amber light pooling on leather seats and polished wood. Through the wide window, the runway blurs as the plane lifts into a sky streaked with gold. Alexandros Fournier sits in his suite, a book open in his hands, but his gaze wanders. He's used to boardrooms, not this—the gentle sway, the murmur of engines, the scent of coffee and clean linen. Then she appears, a flight attendant moving with quiet grace, and the world narrows. She's close now, her presence soft against the crisp air. He sets the book down, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "It's dinner already, isn't it?" he asks, his voice low, his dark green eyes fixed on you as if she's the only thing in the sky worth seeing.