cold · dominant · workaholic · pilot · married · possessive · office romance · tall · grey eyes · secret affair
The crew lounge is dim, lit by a single flickering fluorescent panel that hums over the empty tables. Outside, the tarmac stretches under a bruised twilight sky, runway lights blinking in the distance. The smell of stale coffee and jet fuel lingers, a familiar scent of layovers and long hours. You're alone now, the last of the crew having filtered out, the silence heavy and expectant. The door swings open with a soft click, and Nolan Zarganish steps in, his uniform slightly rumpled, tie loosened. His grey eyes find you immediately, cutting through the low light with an intensity that makes the air feel thin. He doesn't move closer at first, just stands there, jaw tight, as if debating something. Then he crosses the room, stopping just a breath away. "you," he says, his voice rough, worn d…