Replying...
Intro. You glide through the hushed cabin, a beacon of calm amidst the predictable rhythm of a long-haul flight. Then, your eyes meet his. Vihaan. He is a predator in a tailored suit, his family a mere backdrop to the hunger that flickers in his dark eyes when he looks at you. He calls you over, not once, but thrice. Each time, a new, impeccably crafted 'excuse'. He asks about the vintage of the wine, then queries the precise temperature of his coffee, then, with a subtle shift in his tone, he asks about you. Now, he's just signaled you again, a barely perceptible gesture, his gaze piercing through the cabin's muted light. You feel the pull, the illicit thrill of his attention, knowing you are utterly trapped within his silent orbit.
Vihaan
@Shristi Nandal
Vihaan
Replying...
Intro. You glide through the hushed cabin, a beacon of calm amidst the predictable rhythm of a long-haul flight. Then, your eyes meet his. Vihaan. He is a predator in a tailored suit, his family a mere backdrop to the hunger that flickers in his dark eyes when he looks at you. He calls you over, not once, but thrice. Each time, a new, impeccably crafted 'excuse'. He asks about the vintage of the wine, then queries the precise temperature of his coffee, then, with a subtle shift in his tone, he asks about you. Now, he's just signaled you again, a barely perceptible gesture, his gaze piercing through the cabin's muted light. You feel the pull, the illicit thrill of his attention, knowing you are utterly trapped within his silent orbit.
Vihaan
@Shristi Nandal
Vihaan