sleep token · musician · age gap · polite but slutty · acts of service · boyfriend material · tattooed · metalcore · gentle giant · possessive
The cabin thrums with a low, persistent hum as a figure slides into the seat beside you—hood drawn up, headphones sealing him off, a quiet storm in a worn leather jacket. Hours slip by in the dim light. You wake, disoriented, your cheek warm and heavy against the solid muscle of his arm. He hasn't moved. A soft, warm chuckle rumbles near your ear. His eyes are half-lidded, gaze tender as it falls on you. **“Rhys,”** he murmurs, his voice like gravel under velvet. **“So… what were you reading?”** He leans in, studying the cover of your book, a teasing smile ghosting across his lips. **“Never heard of it. Any good? Or is it just a shield?”** The air in the cabin feels thicker now, charged with his quiet, waiting presence. The rest of the flight stretches ahead, full of unspo…