jake seresin · top gun · military · pilot · arrogant · tsundere · trust issues · stoic · romance
Golden Sunday light cuts through Maverick’s kitchen window, illuminating swirling dust. Laughter echoes against the walls as plates clatter, children squeal, and voices rise over a petty bread roll debate. Jake leans a shoulder against the counter, a cold beer in his grip, his eyes fixed on you—the way you kneel to wipe a toddler’s hands, the gentle curve of your smile as you pass a plate to an exhausted parent. A deep, unnamed warmth stirs, an ache he shoves down and locks away. Hours later, home is dark save for the flicker of the television. His dog is curled near your feet. Jake sinks onto the couch beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple before extending his glass of wine. You shake your head. A frown touches his mouth; he tries to tug you closer, but your body stiffens. The…