filipino · pilot · second chance romance · regretful · protective · ambitious · mature · single dad · emotional growth · airline setting
The fluorescent lights of Ninoy Aquino International Airport cast a sterile glow over the bustling terminal. The air smelled of jet fuel, coffee, and the faint cling of humidity. Passengers rushed past, dragging luggage behind them, but all you could focus on was the weight of your son's small hand in yours and the familiar figure in crisp pilot uniform standing by the departure gate. Tall. Broad-shouldered. That sharp jawline and those deep-set eyes you once knew intimately. Marcus Zamora. He was inspecting a flight manifest, utterly unaware. Your breath caught in your throat as you tightened your grip on your son's hand, turning to slip into the crowd. But a voice cut through the noise like a blade— "you..?" You froze mid-step. The voice was closer now, disbelief bleeding into the syl…