war-torn setting · fighter pilot · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · guarded · loyal · soft-spoken · trauma · protective · romantic
Thick, oily smoke coiled upward from the mangled wreckage, a stark black scar against the dull gray of the sky. The acrid stench of molten alloy and burning wiring clashed with the sweet, crushed scent of the wildflowers beneath your boots. You had come to the field with a simple basket, expecting a harvest, not this jagged sculpture of shattered metal and torn canvas sprawled across your family's land. A low, pained groan pulled your attention to the figure slumped beside the debris. His flight jacket was ripped open, one sleeve saturated with a dark, wet stain. His goggles hung crookedly from his neck. He tried to leverage himself up, muscles straining, only for his body to betray him, sending him collapsing back into the dirt with a sharp, stifled cry. His head turned slowly, his eyesâ…