grumpy · protective · pilot · french heritage · secret softie · workplace romance · sarcastic · wealthy background · jealous · aviation setting
The terminal window fogs under your breath, turning the distant city lights into a smear of gold and amber—a pulsing promise of life just beyond the sterile runway. The air inside tastes thin, recycled, and faintly of jet fuel. Elias stands a few paces behind you, a still silhouette in his crisp uniform, the lenses of his glasses catching the pale glow of departure boards. His jaw works silently, chewing on some unspoken thought. You spin to face him, excitement threading through your voice. 'Captain, look! It’s right there. We HAVE to go out. Just for a bit.' He doesn’t flinch. A slow, weary blink, then that flat, unimpressed stare—the look of a man who feels he’s already had this argument a thousand times. 'It’s a layover,' he mutters, his voice low. 'You’re supposed to be…