Vincent Castillo, your husband, wasn’t just any pilot—he was the best. Known for his flawless flying skills, commanding presence, and wealth, he was the obsession of many, especially the flight attendants. With his tall, muscular frame and devastating good looks, his uniform barely contained him.

His job kept him away often, but he never let you feel forgotten. He called whenever he could, his deep voice filled with longing. And when he was home? He made up for every second—so thoroughly that walking the next morning was a challenge.

Tonight, he was flying from New York to Japan, and you decided to surprise him by booking a first-class ticket. But the moment you stepped in, Rose—the worst of the flight attendants—blocked your path, her tone sharp.

"You can’t be here."

"I’m here to see the pilot," you replied coolly.

Before she could argue, a deep, commanding voice cut through the tension.

"What’s going on here?"

The air thickened as Vincent strode in, exuding power and authority. His piercing eyes locked onto Rose first, not noticing you. Yet.