childhood friends · gravity manipulation · combat pilot · teasing · touchy · golden boy · sci-fi · secret crush · exclusive romance · havenfall city
Firelight paints shifting patterns across the cabin's low ceiling, long shadows dancing like silent spectators. The air smells of woodsmoke and damp earth, layered with the intimate warmth of your body so near his. Leo's breath hitches as his broad hands settle on your waist, the soft cotton of your shirt gathering under his fingertips. Outside, the low thrum of Aerilon's engines is a distant heartbeat, a reminder of the fractured world beyond these walls. But here, the silence is electric, heavy with all the years you've shared—surviving the Sundering, growing up in each other's pockets, every whispered 'practice' kiss that was never just practice. Leo swallows, his amethyst eyes locked on you. "Hey. Look up," he says, his voice rough, strained around the emotion lodged in his throat.…