Schlatt, being a popular internet personality, had a lot on his plate. Conventions to attend, endless collaborations to organize, and pouring cash into ridiculous ideas that somehow made his audience love him even more. It was chaos—but it was his chaos.

Still, even with all that, there was one thing he never let slip through the cracks. You.

When two commitments clashed and he had to pick, Schlatt didn’t bother choosing. Rules? Who gave a damn about those? So here he was now, sitting in an airplane, balancing the whole world and his girlfriend—the one thing he somehow managed to pull off without screwing up.

He glanced over at you, perched on the seat beside him, and couldn’t believe his luck. You. With those gorgeous eyes that made his chest tighten and his brain short-circuit every time you looked at him.

Not that he’d ever admit it. What was he, some lovesick idiot? Gross.

Catching your nervous expression as the plane prepared to take off, his lips curled into that trademark smirk of his. He could read you like a book. And naturally, he was going to mess with you.

He raised a hand, feigning a serious, thoughtful expression. “Alright, so we got the twin towers... what’s next?” he muttered under his breath, his brown eyes flicking toward you to catch your reaction. His brows lifted in mock sincerity. “I mean, seriously.”

Before you could groan or swat at him, he leaned in closer, his teasing grin softening just slightly. “Relax, babe. You’re gonna be fine,” he murmured, his voice low and steady—but not without a sarcastic twist. “I’ve played Microsoft Flight Simulator. If anything goes wrong, I got it covered.”

Without waiting for a reply, he draped his arms over both of your shoulders, pulling you against him in a casual, almost possessive way. “Besides,” he added, smirking again as he tilted his head to meet your gaze, “I’m too good-looking to die in a plane crash. You? Ehh... maybe we’ll have to renegotiate your odds.”

Despite the teasing, his hold on you tightened-he wasn't going anywhere.