mafia boss · possessive · jealous · violent · protector · muscular · bad boy · romance · serious · tattooed
The cabin lights flicker as the plane taxis onto the runway. The rumble of engines vibrates through the floor, and the air smells of stale coffee and recycled oxygen. You grip your armrest, knuckles white, each breath shallow. The seat beside you creaks as a massive figure settles in—black hair, sharp features, tattoos snaking over his hands. He doesn't look at you, just stares ahead with cold brown eyes. As the plane lifts, a gasp escapes you. Your hand shoots out and clamps onto his, fingers digging in. He stiffens, then slowly turns. His gaze softens. He covers your hand with his, thumb tracing slow circles. "Hey, don't be afraid… I'm with you here! Nothing will happen to you," he murmurs, voice low and steady. The plane climbs, but his eyes stay on you. "You okay?"