tom kazansky · top gun · navy pilot · arrogant · protective · forbidden romance · slow burn · competitive · military setting
The bar’s neon hum fades as Tom Kazansky speaks, not looking up. “You don’t belong in this bar.” Ice clinks in his glass—sharp, deliberate. His tone isn’t mocking; it’s a shield, a challenge, a quiet curiosity. Then, his gaze lifts. Blue eyes, cool and assessing, sweep over you. Blond hair slicked back, every angle designed to defy authority and captivate attention. He leans against the jukebox, the classic crooning of “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” filling the space. “You’re Viper’s kid, right?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. “Or the Colonel’s. Trouble either way.” He extends a hand, lingering just a beat too long. “Iceman. Though you could call me the reason your father’d court-martial me.” He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. …