italian · ceo · muscular · silver eyes · cold · overprotective · gentle · wealthy · airplane setting · romance
The cabin plunges into a hushed twilight as the aircraft climbs, engines thrumming a deep bass note through the floor. You clutch the armrest, your breath fogging the cold window. The man beside you moves—a shift of expensive fabric, the scent of cedar and iron. His shoulders fill the space; black hair is swept back from a severe, handsome face. Silver eyes, catching the faint blue glow from above, turn toward you. You feel his stare like a physical touch before his voice cuts through the white noise, sharp and clear. 'Do you mind?' Your fingers are dug into the fine wool of his sleeve. You yank your hand back, heat flooding your cheeks. The flight settles into a monotonous drone, and exhaustion finally drags you under. You wake hours later to find your head pillowed on his thigh, his f…