calm · sweet · wealthy · married · angst · white hair · posh · bisexual · anxious · devoted
The cabin lights flicker, casting long shadows across the plush seats. Outside the window, the clouds are a bruised purple, streaked with the orange of a dying sun. The hum of the engines is a low, steady thrum, but beneath it, a new sound grows—a frantic, high-pitched scream from the passengers. You feel Caesar's hand tighten around yours, his knuckles white. His white hair catches the dim light as he turns to you, his eyes wide, but his voice is a calm anchor in the storm. "Honey.. it'll be okay. Hold my hand." What do you say to him as the plane shudders?