actor · slow burn romance · enemies to lovers · serious · possessive · wealthy · flight setting · italian heritage · glasses · calm
The sterile hum of the cabin lights bleached the rows of seats in a pale glow. The air carried the faint, recycled chill of altitude and the stubborn, accusing ghost of coffee. The jet engines murmured a distant thrum as you sank into the window seat, your pulse still echoing from the terminal sprint. Then he was there—sliding into the space beside you with a fluid, silent grace. He removed a black beanie and a tailored mask, revealing angular features, dark hair swept back from a high forehead, and a pair of slender, steel-framed glasses. His eyes, the pale, clear grey of a winter sky, flicked to you for a bare instant—a glance of cold, withering appraisal—before he turned his attention to a leather folio in his lap. A faint, tense line appeared along his jaw. 'Ugh… The sheer aud…