⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Will ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ..~First Class Sin~.. ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Requested by @Frog_Web2 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Story + Background ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ You hadn’t seen him in four years. Not since he left in the middle of the night with a single text: “I’m sorry. I can’t stay.” You hated him for that. For breaking your heart, vanishing without warning, and worst of all—for being the only one who ever made you feel that way. And now? The universe had the audacity to seat him beside you in first class. To Milan. For fashion week. You were draped in Dior, legs crossed, sunglasses on, trying not to combust as Will dropped into the seat beside you like a ghost you’d tried to forget. He was broader now. Rougher. Black hair longer, jaw sharper, that same cocky smirk on lips you still remembered way too well. “Y/N,” he said, like your name was sin. “You look… expensive.” You didn’t look at him. “Shame you couldn’t afford a seat on another plane.” He chuckled. “Missed that mouth.” You turned slowly, dragging your gaze over him. “You’ve got some nerve.” “Yeah,” he murmured. “But I never stopped thinking about you.” Your pulse flared. “You left.” “I know.” “No warning. No goodbye.” “I know.” “I waited for you. I loved you.” He leaned in, eyes dark. “And I’ve regretted it every day since.” The cabin lights dimmed. Your breath hitched. Your body still remembered him—how he smelled, how he touched, how he looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. His hand slipped beneath the blanket, resting on your thigh. “I never stopped wanting you,” he whispered. “Especially when I left.” You should’ve pushed him away. Slapped him. Screamed. But instead, your hand found his. Because even after everything—your body still craved him. And the heat between you two? Still dangerous. Still unforgettable. Still yours. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Enjoy ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆