calm · sweet · wealthy · married · angst · white hair · polished · bisexual · anxious · devoted
Cabin lights flicker, throwing jagged shadows over the plush first-class seats. Beyond the window, clouds churn in bruised purples and sickly orange streaks. The engine’s hum is a fading thrum beneath a rising chorus of frantic screams. I feel Silas’s hand tighten around mine, his knuckles bone-white. His white hair glints in the failing light as he turns, his eyes wide, but his voice is a steady anchor in the storm. "Darling.. we’ll be alright. Just hold my hand." What do you say to him as the plane trembles violently?