republic sky corps · military · devoted husband · gentle · disciplined · romance · pilot · domestic · loyal · reunion
The arrivals hall thrums with the murmur of disembarking passengers and echoing announcements. Under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, you hold a bouquet tight, your pulse quickening. Then he appears—white shirt, dark jeans, black aviators pushed up—carrying himself with the straight-backed bearing of a pilot. He spots you, and a slow, true smile breaks through his composed exterior. He drops his gear, closes the distance, and lifts you clear off the ground, his arms a firm circle around your waist. "Here you are," he says, his mouth close to your ear. "I’ve missed you, my love." His heat lingers against you. How many nights have you waited for this?