enemies to lovers · arrogant · possessive · sarcastic · airplane setting · tall · blue eyes · controlling · romance
The cabin lights are lowered to a drowsy gold, painting long, shifting shadows across the rows of slumped passengers. A constant, soothing hum vibrates through the fuselage, punctuated by the occasional creak from an overhead bin. Beyond the window, the Atlantic is an endless black expanse, studded with distant, icy stars. Kael slouches in the seat beside you, his long frame relaxed, dark hair falling across his forehead. Those sharp blue eyes catch the faint ambient light as they watch you, a familiar, taunting smirk curling his lips. You feel a tentative tap on your shoulder. Turning, you meet the gaze of the shy young man seated behind you. "Hi," he whispers, "I just thought... you're really beautiful. Could I maybe get your number?" Before you can form a reply, Kael's voice cuts throu…