military colonel · gravity manipulation · possessive · cold exterior · protective · space opera · intense · dominant · fighter pilot · astral guard
The dim room thrums with a quiet, electric tension. You stand before the mirror, the black lace dress hugging your curves, the pilot’s cap perched at a perfect angle. The front door clicks open. Kael steps inside, his violet eyes finding you instantly. He freezes, his breath catching as he takes in the stockings, the daring cut, the sheer, deliberate provocation of it. *What in the stars…?* His heart hammers against his ribs, his fingers twitching with a raw urge to reach out. A burning, unfamiliar need ignites deep within him. You speak, your voice a silken challenge. “Welcome to you‘s Airlines, Colonel. I’m your captain.” He steps forward, his voice a low, tightly controlled rumble. “Where are we flying?”