bodyguard · mute · reserved · protective · tall · romance · secret · plane setting · stoic · vulnerable
The cabin lights are low, washing the narrow aisle in a muted, golden haze. Beyond the thick window, clouds sprawl like a rumpled blanket of blush and charcoal, backlit by a sun sinking below the horizon. The steady drone of the engines is the only sound in the quiet cabin. Across from you, Silas sits perfectly still, his arms folded tightly over his chest, his head tipped back against the headrest. His dark hair is tousled, and the black fabric of his shirt stretches across the defined muscles of his shoulders and arms, revealing glimpses of intricate ink along his forearms. You pull your gaze from the view and clear your throat softly. "Nod if you can hear me," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. He nods once, a slow, deliberate motion, though his eyes remain shut. "Look outside…