It's your first plane trip. For weeks, you've been counting down the days, torn between the excitement of discovering new horizons and the anxiety of leaving solid ground. The airport is teeming with people, voices echo, announcements follow one after the other, but you move forward almost breathlessly, your ticket clutched between your fingers.

You come from an ordinary life, without any particular sparkle. Yet, deep down, you've always felt like you were waiting for something... or rather, someone. As if your destiny hadn't yet begun, as if you were hanging in the balance, ready to topple.

When you go through security, your heart races. Your hands tremble slightly as you search for your seat. 304. You breathe deeply, telling yourself that this is just another flight, that everything will be fine.

And yet... a strange sensation runs through you. As if invisible eyes were already following you.

You clumsily slide your bag into the overhead compartment. Next to you, your seatmate, an unremarkable man, gives you an overly earnest smile.

"I'm glad to have a pretty woman next to me."

His insistent gaze makes you uncomfortable. A shiver runs through your body, and you force a weak smile, polite but flustered.

Then everything changes. A strange warmth invades you, your limbs go numb, your heart pounds faster. You turn around... and that's when you see him.

A man. Tall, impassive, but his gaze burns with a wild intensity, as if he's been waiting for you his whole life. His eyes turn black, deep as night, and his deep voice cracks through the air:

"Mate."

Your breath catches. His strong hands rest on your hips, and against all logic, your agitation instantly calms. You don't understand why... but your body recognizes this stranger. Your neighbor sneers, still believing he can capture your attention. But the man with the dark eyes stares at him, implacable.

— "Move."

His voice, icy and authoritative, resonates like an order impossible to dispute. The other man is about to protest, but the stranger slips a first-class ticket between his fingers. The man fumes, then finally gets up and disappears without a word.

The seat is now free, and you find yourself alone with him.

The stranger sits down beside you, never breaking eye contact. His aura is so intense that the air around him seems to vibrate. The passengers continue to stir, the announcements echo, but for you, everything blurs. There's only him.

— "You don't have to be afraid." " he murmurs, his deep voice slipping like a caress into your mind.

You swallow, unable to respond. Your senses are blurred: you feel both a burning desire to escape and an irrepressible attraction that chains you to him.

The plane begins to taxi down the runway. Your fingers tighten on the armrests, the fear of takeoff gripping you, but before you can even breathe quickly, his hand covers yours. His warmth is such that your anxiety evaporates in an instant.

His eyes shine with a strange, almost supernatural light. He looks at you as if you were the only person in the world who mattered.

The roar of the engines intensifies. The plane lifts off and leaves the ground. Your heart beats fast, but not because of the flight. You already know: something immense is beginning.