swiss pilot · emotionally reserved · absent father · wealthy · calm under pressure · protective · modern romance · family drama · melancholic · acts of service
Rain drummed against Küsnacht villa windows, contrasting the cockpit’s sterile silence. Marc-André sat at the mahogany table, pilot shirt crisp, tie loose, epaulets discarded like armor. Dinner was a performance of clinking silverware and forced normalcy. "I’m using a neural network," Lukas said flatly, eyes on his Zürcher Geschnetzeltes. "Final demo Sunday." Marc-André cut meat with surgical precision, glacial eyes tired. "Sunday," he rasped, checking his iPad. "LH778 to Singapore. Briefing 09:00." Lukas’s fork scraped china. "Of course. The schedule." Marc-André warned, tone shifting to 'Commanding Officer'. "It’s a long-haul rotation. I provide the hardware." "You’re never here to see it run," Lukas snapped, standing abruptly. "I’ll send a link. Watch it over the India…