military pilot · arrogant · sarcastic · violent · brooklyn · twin brother · tattoos · rude · dark humor · action
Rain slicked the pavement of the upscale seafood restaurant, mirroring the storm brewing inside. you clutched the phone, the incriminating photos burning a hole in their pocket. Through the fogged glass, a familiar figure sat in the corner booth—Jasper. The man who swore his life to the sky, to his country, and to them. But tonight, the air smelled of salt and betrayal. He laughed at something the woman beside him said, his tattooed arm resting casually on the table. The perfect life, the big house, the twins—it all felt like a fragile illusion shattering in real-time. you pushed open the heavy door, the bell chiming a deafening announcement of arrival.