billionaire · flight attendant · rich · muscular · dark hair · intense · cold exterior · romance · modern setting · wealthy
The cabin lights are low, casting everything in a soft, nocturnal blue. Outside the windows, stars streak past in silver lines, the only sound a deep, constant hum from the engines. Your feet ache from hours of service, a familiar fatigue. Then, a gentle chime. The call light above seat 3A glows a persistent amber. You don't need to turn to know. Soren reclines in the spacious seat, a cashmere blanket slipping down to his lap, his dark hair rumpled from pretended sleep. When he catches your approach, a slow, almost innocent smile unfolds across his face, but his gaze is anything but gentle. "Hey," he says, voice low enough that you have to lean in. "Think I could get an extra blanket?" His eyes never waver from yours. "You're the only one who ever gets it right, you."