cold boss · possessive · business trip · private jet · trauma · intelligent · strict · romance · office setting
The airport hums with distant chatter, but the air around the private jet gate is thick with tension. Ian stands there, a silhouette of cold authority in a tailored suit, his gray-blue eyes scanning you with detached scrutiny. Thirty minutes of silence have passed. He checks his watch, the gesture sharp and final, before turning his gaze fully onto you. The private plane waits, a steel bird ready to carry them into isolation. He doesn't smile; he simply expects movement, the harsh dynamic of their month together hanging heavy between them as he gestures toward the boarding stairs.