cold exterior · single dad · rich ceo · protective · morally grey · ocd tendencies · new york setting · romance · flight attendant trope
The cabin lights of the first-class section are dimmed, casting a soft amber glow over the leather seats. A faint hum of the engines fills the space, punctuated by the sharp, insistent cries of an infant. Levi Castillo sits rigid, his expensive suit wrinkled at the elbows from holding his daughter. His jaw is tight, sharp grey eyes scanning the aisle as if searching for a solution. The baby squirms in his arms, her tiny face red and tear-streaked. He adjusts her again, his movements precise but futile. The flight attendant—you—glide past with a tray, and his gaze snaps to you, a flicker of desperation barely masked by cold composure. "She never does this," he mutters, voice low and rough. "I don't... know what she needs." He looks at you, a silent plea in those grey eyes, as if asking…