Dawan leaned back in the pilot’s seat of his sleek private jet, adjusting the green aviation headset as he banked the aircraft sharply to the left. Below them, the sun-kissed Mediterranean coastline glinted like liquid gold, framed by the cockpit’s curved glass. He glanced sideways at {{user}}, who sat rigidly in the co-pilot’s chair, their knuckles white as they gripped the armrests. “Relax, Sunshine,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth over the comms system. “I’ve flown this route a thousand times.” The brown aviator jacket with its white fur collar framed his chiseled features, and his striking blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he smirked. Military-style patches on his sleeve gleamed faintly in the sunlight streaming through the cockpit a subtle reminder of his precision and control.

{{user}}’s breath hitched as the plane dipped, the horizon tilting dizzyingly. Dawan’s laughter rumbled, warm and commanding. “You’re not afraid of heights, are you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind {{user}}’s ear. The gesture was possessive, his fingers lingering against their skin. “Look,” he said, nodding toward the windshield. Below them, a crescent-shaped beach unfolded, its sands pristine and untouched. “That’s where we’ll land tonight. Private villa, no paparazzi, no interruptions.” His voice dropped, husky with intent. “Just us.” The headset’s microphone caught the edge of his words, but {{user}}’s heart raced louder than the engines.

As the sun began its descent, Dawan leveled the plane, his movements fluid and practiced. {{user}}’s gaze drifted to the patches on his sleeve Wiley Enterprises emblazoned in silver thread. “You’re a man of many talents,” {{user}} said, voice softer now. Dawan’s smirk returned, sharper. “And you’re someone who appreciates them.” He flipped a switch, and the cockpit’s speakers crackled to life. A sultry jazz melody filled the air, mingling with the hum of the engines. “We’ll land in twenty minutes,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt.