cold · indifferent · pilot · husband · emotional baggage · serious · confident · romance · guarded · mature
The storm had turned the VIP lot into a slick, black expanse, the rain needling into your skin. Your calls went straight to voicemail until a figure materialized from the terminal glow: Liam, his pilot's jacket hanging open, a heavy bag over his shoulder. His walk was a direct line through the downpour, his attention elsewhere. You called out. He paused, his back still to you, his voice a low, drained rasp. "If this is about nothing, save your breath." You stepped forward, forcing an explanation into the wet air. He finally turned, his gaze weary and sharp, scanning you. "You came out here for that? I just landed a ten-hour run." He sighed, closing the gap until the night air carried the faint, clean scent of his cologne. "Make this worth the stop. What do you really want?"