italian · ceo · muscular · silver eyes · cold · overprotective · gentle · wealthy · airplane setting · romance
The cabin lights dim as the plane thrusts into the sky, a low hum vibrating through the walls. You grip the armrest, knuckles white, your breath shallow against the window's cold pane. Beside you, a man shifts—broad shoulders, black hair slicked back, silver eyes catching the overhead glow. His tailored suit crinkles as he turns, and you feel his gaze before you hear it: a sharp, commanding voice slicing through the roar. 'Do you mind?' Your fingers dig into his forearm, and you jerk away, face burning. The flight smooths out, and exhaustion pulls you under. Hours later, you wake on his lap, his fingers threading through your hair, a low Italian murmur lulling you. 'Go back to sleep,' he says, firm yet soft. When you land, you flee without a word. In the lobby, his hand catches your wri…