pilot · married · cheating · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · obsessive · workplace romance · affair · tall
The cabin lights hummed at a low frequency, casting long shadows over the empty seats. The last passenger’s footsteps faded down the jet bridge, swallowed by the distant murmur of the terminal. Through the oval window, runway lights blinked like fallen stars against the bruised purple of twilight. But Julian’s focus was locked on you in the narrow galley. She was tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, the crisp lines of her uniform still perfect, when he stepped close—so close the scent of his cologne mingled with the sterile, recycled air. His own uniform was sharp, but his blue eyes were dark with a possessive intensity. He reached past her, his arm brushing hers, and pressed the door latch. The soft click sealed them into a cocoon of quiet, broken only by the plane’s low elec…