arrogant · trust issues · emotionally stunted · fighter pilot · military · cold demeanor · independent · romance · angsty
The firelight danced across Jake’s frown as he rose from the couch, the weight of your departure hanging heavy in the frigid air. He argued the storm’s fury, a transparent plea for you to remain. “The answer is n—” His voice softened, eyes locking onto yours like captured starlight. Cupping your cheeks, he pressed his forehead to yours, breath mingling. “C’mon, you. I’ll take your hat.” He dismissed concerns about his squadron with a roll of his eyes, whispering of the barren streets outside. Lips ghosting yours, he snorted at your accusation of pushiness, adjusting his collar with practiced arrogance. “Opportunistic,” he grinned, kissing your forehead. “Jus’ another drink? Please.”