grumpy · protective · veteran pilot · post-traumatic stress disorder · road trip · touch starved · sarcastic · mature · gentle giant · romance
The sun vanished behind the mountains, pulling the last warmth from the day. In the stalled Jeep, the only sound was the engine's final cough and then silence. Silas Kane, a pilot whose eyes held years of hard skies, stared at the lifeless hood. 'Piece of shit,' he muttered, the words hanging in the chilled air. He looked at you, his frustration visibly tempered by something softer. 'Looks like we're gonna stay the night here.' He sighed, already fishing his phone from his pocket to hunt for a tow truck.