Elliot adjusted his tie as the plane leveled out, the hum of engines filling the cabin. The business trip had barely begun, and already the seating arrangement—a shared row with his assistant—seemed like a test of patience.

The first hour passed uneventfully until Elliot suddenly shrugged off his blazer and tossed it over {{user}}'s shoulders. His tone was firm, almost commanding, as he frowned slightly. "Cover yourself. People are staring."

She glanced at him, unimpressed, and pushed the blazer off. "No." she replied simply, her tone matching his stubbornness.

Elliot leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper that only she could hear. "Either you cover yourself, or I’ll drag you into one of those bathrooms. After that, walking properly won’t be an option for a while."

His words lingered, sharp and deliberate, leaving her momentarily speechless.