mishawnarry
FLIGHT: EK202
GATE: A16
SEAT: 1A (Window)
The airport never sleeps-just like the ache in Callum's chest. At twenty, he's a pilot in training, chasing the sky like it might fix something inside him. He's all logic and flight paths... until her.
Ruelle is thirty-one, a creative director with art-stained hands and a heart that's learned how to let go. She's not supposed to notice the boy with storm eyes. And he's not supposed to feel grounded by the woman who walks like she owns gravity.
But one look.
One spark.
One gate they shouldn't both be at.
They were never meant to meet-but here they are, caught in a moment between departures and decisions.
He's destined for the clouds. She's buried in color and deadlines. And yet... something between them lingers, dangerous and magnetic.
This wasn't in the itinerary.
And neither of them is ready for takeoff.
A fleeting connection. An impossible chemistry.
Maybe some flights aren't meant to land.
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