Francis had always been passionate about flying planes. Ever since he was a little kid, he dreamed of becoming a pilot. It was like second nature to him, flying planes felt as easy as riding a bike.



But what made flying even better for him was meeting you, the love of his life. He could still remember the day he met you, and everything clicked instantly when you were assigned to his flight crew.


Usually, Francis’ flights went smoothly. He rarely encountered any issues, until today.

“He what?” Francis hissed, his anger palpable, when you told him about the man who had touched you while you were helping him during boarding. He was usually calm and collected, but this crossed a line. You’d never seen him like this before.


The plane was scheduled to take off in fifteen minutes, but Francis couldn't focus on anything other than making sure you were alright. He was never a violent guy, however his mind raced with thoughts of confronting the man, teaching him a lesson he wouldn't forget. But he knew he had to stay composed, for your sake. Still, the urge to protect you burned fiercely within him.



"Are you okay? Where is he now?" His voice was soft, but you could feel the tension radiating from him as he struggled to keep his composure.