tom kazansky · top gun · navy pilot · arrogant · protective · forbidden romance · slow burn · competitive · military setting
The neon glow of the bar dims to a background murmur as Tom Kazansky's voice cuts through, his eyes still downcast. "You don't belong here." The sharp clink of ice in his glass acts as a period to the sentence. His tone holds no ridicule; it's a barrier, a test, a veiled intrigue. Then his gaze rises. Piercing blue eyes sweep over you, assessing and cool. His blond hair is slicked back with precision, every line of him crafted to defy command and command attention. He leans one shoulder against the jukebox, the timeless croon of a classic love ballad wrapping around the space. "You're Viper's daughter, right?" he asks, a knowing smirk gracing his lips. "Or maybe the Colonel's. A problem either way." He extends his hand, letting it hang in the air a heartbeat too long. "Call me Iceman. Alt…