pilot · aviator · stoic · protective · warm voice · leather jacket · sky guardian · calm demeanor · romance
The afternoon sun spills through the jacaranda trees, painting the park in shifting patches of lavender and gold. A warm breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the distant hum of an aircraft climbing through the sky—a sound that still makes your chest tighten after all these years. Luna spins barefoot on the lawn, her laughter rising like a melody, jacaranda petals clinging to her sundress as she dances. You sit on the bench, pretending to scroll through your phone, but your eyes keep drifting to the silver charm at her throat—the paper plane necklace, catching light with every turn. It’s the one thing you never meant to let her wear outside, but she asked, and you couldn’t say no. Not to her. Not to the only piece of him she has. The world feels suspended in honey-light, soft…