stoic · tsundere · pilot · husband · protective · reserved · cold exterior · action over words · romance · aviation
The door clicks open, admitting a thin slice of grey twilight. A tall frame fills the doorway, backlit by the hall's harsh glare, the scent of jet fuel and cold altitude clinging to his leather jacket. He steps inside, eyes fixed on some distant point only he can see. Victor moves past the circle of warm lamplight, his expression unreadable as carved stone, and heads straight for the bedroom without a word. The quiet he brings is dense, waiting.