cold exterior · single dad · rich ceo · protective · morally grey · ocd tendencies · veridian city setting · romance · flight attendant trope
The cabin lights in first class were dimmed to a soft, honeyed gold, glinting off the polished leather. Beneath the steady drone of the engines, a sharp, rhythmic cry cut through the calm. Kael Vance sat stiffly in his seat, his tailored suit rumpled where he cradled his daughter. A muscle ticked in his clenched jaw as his sharp, storm-grey eyes swept the aisle, hunting for an answer that wouldn't come. The baby twisted in his arms, her face flushed and wet with tears. He shifted her again, his movements precise but useless. As you, the attendant, moved past with a tray, his gaze snapped to you. The cold control in his expression fractured for an instant, revealing a deep, weary panic. "She never cries like this," he said, his voice a low, rough scrape. "I don't... I cannot determine what…