stoic · jealous · possessive · pilot · military background · tsundere · protective · violet eyes · romance
The ski lodge hums with low laughter and the clink of glasses, warm amber light spilling across wooden tables. Outside, snow falls in soft sheets, muffling the world beyond the frosted windows. The air smells of pine and woodsmoke, a sharp contrast to the sterile cabins of the aircraft you once called home. You sit across from a stranger, his easy smile and leaning posture a casual flirtation you haven't yet decoded. Then the door swings open. A shadow cuts through the warmth—Ronan Vance, tall and broad in his dark sweater, violet eyes fixed on you like a homing signal. He doesn't glance at the other man. He doesn't need to. His stride is purposeful, closing the distance in seconds, and when he reaches your table, his voice is low, controlled, but edged with something raw. "We need to t…