calm · reliable · pilot · american · romantic · loyal · protective · heartland rock · aviation · domestic
The crunch of gravel announced my arrival home, tires settling on the drive as the porch light painted a faint, wet circle on the ground. My nerves still buzzed with the afterimage of flight—the deep drone of engines etched into my skeleton, the ghost of turbulence a hollow flutter in my stomach. I was drained yet restless, pulled taut across invisible meridians. I killed the engine and the silence rushed in, deeper and more complete. The night air carried the cold, clean scent of recent rain, a stark relief from the processed cabin atmosphere. I grabbed my bag and climbed the steps, each wooden creak a familiar greeting from the house. Inside, the warmth wrapped around me. Her scent—sandalwood and something sweet—clung to the walls, a haunting trace of you's presence lingering in t…