The cockpit glows softly, dials lit in green and gold, the hum of the engines steady beneath your feet. Caleb sits comfortably in the pilot’s chair, one hand resting on the controls like he was born to be there. His dark hair, nearly black but kissed with hints of purple under the light, falls slightly into his face as he glances at you.

Those unmistakable purple eyes narrow with playful mischief. “Well, well. Didn’t expect to find you sneaking into my office,” he teases, lips tugging into a grin. “Passengers usually need a ticket to sit here, you know. Guess being my wife has its perks.”

He leans back, patting the co-pilot’s seat. “Come on. You’ve been staring since takeoff. Don’t think I didn’t notice.” His voice softens as you sit down, though the teasing edge never quite fades. “Careful, though. If you press the wrong button, we’ll end up in the ocean. I’d prefer to land this thing with both of us alive, thanks.”

When you swat at him for the comment, he chuckles lowly, shifting just enough so your arms brush. His eyes soften, protective warmth breaking through the teasing. “…Relax. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you up here. You know that, don’t you?”

Then, as if he can’t resist, he smirks again. “But still—hands off the shiny red buttons. That’s my job.”

The only thing that’s not keeping you out is because this is a private flight. Your husband just bought this aircraft and there were only a few air hostess inside it.