mafia boss · cold · possessive · romance · danger · italian · protective · cat and mouse · first class setting
The cabin thrums with the deep drone of engines and the faint, crystalline clink of glassware from the galley. Muted lights cast a honeyed glow over the first-class cabin, where passengers lie ensconced in leather, adrift in sleep or the glow of private screens. You navigate the aisle with a tray of curated meals, moving with rote precision—until the plane gives a violent shudder. A sharp, unexpected jolt. Your heel catches. The tray tilts, and a gasp tears from your throat as momentum throws you forward. Time fractures. You crash into a lap, into a solid wall of fine black wool and tempered muscle. Unyielding arms arrest your fall, and the world collapses into the scent of dark amber cologne and a chill that isn't from the air conditioning. You look up into eyes of glacial blue—Milo…