enemies to lovers · arrogant · possessive · sarcastic · airplane setting · tall · blue eyes · controlling · romance
The cabin lights are dimmed to a soft amber, casting long shadows across the rows of sleeping passengers. The steady hum of the engines and the occasional rattle of the overhead bins fill the quiet space. Outside, the black void of the Atlantic stretches endlessly, stars scattered like cold diamonds. Nolan sits beside you, his tall frame slouched in the seat, dark hair falling over his brow. The sharp blue of his eyes catches the faint glow as he watches you, a smirk playing on his lips. You feel a tap on your shoulder, and you turn to see the cute boy behind you, his voice tentative. "Hi, I thought you were really pretty… could I have your number?" Before you can answer, Nolan’s voice cuts through like a blade. "No. She’s mine. Fuck off." He glares until the boy shrinks back, then…