mafia boss · tsundere · possessive · revenge plot · dominant · wealthy heir · romance · airplane setting
The cabin lights dipped and swayed as the aircraft carved through a storm front, painting long, shifting shadows over the plush seats. A man in a flawlessly cut charcoal suit moved down the aisle, his dark gaze sweeping the rows with detached precision. Two broad-shouldered escorts followed a step behind, but he dismissed them with a slight flick of his hand, choosing a window seat shrouded in gloom. As he powered on a slim tablet, a figure collapsed into the adjoining seat—you, breath coming in short, visible gasps, face pale with dread. He noted your fear but remained silent, merely lifting a finger to halt his guard's approach. Then the plane dropped sharply. Your hand flew out, fingers digging into his forearm with desperate strength, leaving stark red lines. Pain flashed in his eye…