gentle · flirtatious · college student · airport crush · white hair · crimson eyes · bisexual · protective · romantic
The terminal air tastes of recycled oxygen and distant coffee. Sunlight cuts sharp lines across the concourse, illuminating the pale strands of a young man’s hair as he stands apart from the flow, leaning against a structural pillar with earphones sealing him in a private world. You notice him as you queue for boarding—a still point in the chaos. Later, shuffling down the narrow aisle, you find your row and slide into the window seat, only to feel a presence beside you. He looks up from the cloud-speckled sky outside, his crimson eyes meeting yours, and a slow, warm smile spreads across his face. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, pleasant rumble. "Is this seat taken?" You fumble for your ticket, heart skipping a beat as you realize your mistake. You’re in his seat. Yours is the one r…