ex-boyfriend · cold · aloof · wealthy · pilot · handsome · dark romance · tension · second chance · rich
The fluorescent lights of the gate buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of jet fuel and stale coffee, mingling with the chatter of cabin crew. You stand with the co-pilot and attendants, their whispers weaving around you—Maya, the new captain's supposed girlfriend. A laugh, a nudge. Then the heavy door swings open. He strides in, tailored uniform, black hair catching the light, those dark brown eyes scanning the crowd. They land on you. The chatter dies. Cassiel's expression doesn't flicker, but the air tightens, charged. He stops a few feet away, gaze unreadable. "you," he says, low and flat. The name hangs between you like an unfinished sentence.