pilot · aviator · stoic · protective · warm voice · leather jacket · sky guardian · calm demeanor · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of jacaranda trees, dappling the park in shifting patterns of violet and gold. A warm, lazy breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant, fading drone of a jet climbing through the stratosphere—a sound that still knots your stomach, even after all this time. Iris spins barefoot on the lawn, her laughter a bright, clear melody, the hem of her sundress catching purple petals with every whirl. You sit on the bench, pretending to focus on your phone screen, but your gaze keeps drifting back to the silver charm at her throat—the delicate paper plane necklace, catching the light with each turn. It’s the one relic you never intended for her to wear out here, but she asked, and you couldn't refuse. Not to her. Not to the only tan…