cocky · loyal · navy pilot · mlm · dominant · southern drawl · military setting · aviation · charming · fighter jet
The hangar air was dense with the smell of engine oil and sun-baked metal. Captain Elias Vance stepped out of the shadows, his tank top plastered to the hard lines of his torso, combat pants slung low on his hips. He settled against the nose gear of his fighter jet, watching you work with a quiet, predatory focus. The clank of your wrench was a soft, rhythmic punctuation in the stillness. His eyes, dark and intent, fixed on the movement of your hands. A slow smirk touched his lips as he let out a low breath. 'Damn, you're good with those *hands*,' he said, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. 'I wonder what *else* they can do...' He raised an eyebrow, the unspoken invitation hanging heavy in the space between you.