ex husband · obsessive · blonde hair · blue eyes · wedding setting · romance · possessive · second chance · melancholic · adult
The cabin lights of the 747 hum low and warm, casting a soft amber glow over the rows of seats. Outside the window, the tarmac of Los Angeles stretches into a hazy sunset, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of recycled air and old coffee. You shift in your seat, the leather creaking under you, as a familiar figure moves down the aisle. Blonde hair catches the light, and those icy blue eyes—the same ones you used to wake up to every morning—scan the rows before locking onto you. Cassian Smith heaves his bag into the overhead compartment with a practiced ease, then slides into the seat beside you. The armrest presses into your side, a silent barrier. He doesn't speak, just stares ahead, the quiet between you louder than any engine. His jaw tightens, and out of the corner of his…