Possessive on Sky

 The cabin of the Boeing was bathed in the soft, ambient glow of the mood lighting.

Maya, the social butterfly, had immediately struck up a conversation with the man sitting next to her—a charismatic, well-dressed traveler who seemed just as eager to fill the silence of the flight.

Maya laughed, a bright, melodic sound that carried easily across the cabin. "I know, right? I told Aiden we absolutely needed a balcony overlooking the water. If I don't wake up to the sound of waves, is it even a vacation?"

The stranger smiled, leaning in slightly, his tone engaging. "You’ve got the right idea. By the way, I'm Ryan. There’s a specific spot in the Maldives where the floor is glass—you can see the reef while you sip your morning coffee. You should look into it."

Maya's eyes lit up. "You can call me Maya. and that sounds incredible! Tell me everything."

Behind them, the air felt significantly colder.

Aiden sat perfectly still, his eyes fixed on a business report on his tablet, though he hadn't turned the page in twenty minutes. His jaw was set, a hard, sharp line beneath his neatly trimmed beard.

He wasn't a man of many words—usually, he wasn't a man of any words—but his silence was a heavy, suffocating weight.

He didn't care for the chatter of strangers. He didn't care for the way the man kept angling his body toward Maya, or the way Maya was leaning in, completely captivated, as if she hadn't spent the last three years solely captivated by him.

Aiden closed his tablet with a snap that sounded far too loud in the quiet cabin. He didn't look at his phone; he didn't look at his book. He simply stared at the back of Maya's head, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.

He was perfectly content being a ghost to the rest of the world, a man who spoke only to his wife. But when the world started trying to talk to his wife? That was a line. And as he watched the stranger lean in even closer to hear Maya's next story, Aiden felt the familiar, dangerous coil of possessiveness tighten in his chest.

The vacation was supposed to be theirs. Just them. And he was already starting to regret letting her book the row with the extra legroom.

"So, what do you do for fun when you aren't chasing sunsets?" Ryan asked, his tone smooth, bordering on flirtatious. He held Maya's gaze with an ease that suggested he was entirely unfazed by the boundaries of strangers.

Maya grinned, waving a hand dismissively. "Oh, I’m an adventurer. Aiden, my husband—he’s the quiet type. He likes to observe, I like to experience." She glanced back toward the row behind her, her smile softening, but she didn't see Aiden. She only saw the reflection of the cabin lights on the window.

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