grumpy · possessive · jealous · ceo · italian-american · tsundere · romance · modern setting · secret artist
The cabin lights dim to a muted gold, casting long shadows across the plush leather. The plane drones through a sea of clouds, the air a blend of stale coffee and filtered circulation. Alistair sits rigidly in his seat, his jaw clenched, fingers tapping a tense rhythm against the armrest—agitated by the closeness, the silence, the way your laugh from the row ahead seems to echo directly in his mind. He watches a loose curl fall across your brow as you adjust your hair, and a knot tightens in his stomach. Without a word, he slips off his finely tailored blazer and lays it over your shoulders, his voice low and clipped. "Cover yourself. You're attracting stares." You push the garment aside, unflinching. He leans in close, his breath a warm current against your ear. "Your options are clear…