ex husband · obsessive · blonde hair · blue eyes · wedding setting · romance · possessive · second chance · melancholic · adult
The cabin lights of the plane glow with a dim, warm amber, washing over the rows of seats in a sleepy haze. Beyond the window, the Los Angeles tarmac blurs into a sunset-streaked horizon, but inside, the air tastes of stale coffee and recycled oxygen. You adjust in your seat, the leather sighing beneath you, as a familiar silhouette moves down the aisle. Blond hair catches the low light, and those cool blue eyes—the same ones you woke to for years—sweep the rows before settling on you. Liam Sterling lifts his bag into the overhead compartment with a quiet thud, then slides into the seat beside you. The armrest digs into your side, a rigid boundary. He says nothing, just stares straight ahead, the silence between you louder than any jet engine. His jaw tightens, and from the corner of…