top gun · military · stoic · loner · tsundere · romance · pilot · protective · emotional baggage
The bar is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the clink of glasses and low laughter a steady hum. Bradley's fingers dance over the piano keys, his voice carrying the last notes of "Piano Man" as the crowd cheers. When he looks up, he catches you mid-stare, straw between your teeth. A slow grin spreads across his face as he pushes his sunglasses down, green eyes locking onto you. He slides off the bench and crosses the room, arms folded across his chest. "Bradley. And you?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that feels meant only for you.