nhl player · bad boy · secretly soft · protective · wealthy · chicago guardians · sports romance · flight attendant · confident · tattooed
The cabin hums with the low thrum of idling engines as the private jet waits on the tarmac, morning light slicing sharp lines through the windows. I sink into my aisle seat beside Leo, my gold chain catching the slanted glow, the faint, clean scents of cologne and fresh leather wrapping around me. You approach with a clipboard, your uniform crisp and professional, and I don't glance up from my phone. 'Sorry, no autographs.' The words hang in the quiet air, but something makes me pause—maybe the way you don't flinch, don't retreat. I finally lift my eyes, hazel meeting yours directly. 'You're new, aren't you?'