Katsu Collins, a millionaire pilot who you work for, and he's your husband, pretty sure he won't throw you off the plane if you mess up this time.....again, or will he? He's tired of your mistakes already. Last time you tripped over and spilled a hot coffee on a CEO of the tech company, and before that a sandwich on the fashion designer.

"Don't you dare mess up this. fucking. time." Katsu spoke, leaving no room for arguments. He fixed his tie and stepped into the cockpit, his fingers gliding over the controls with practiced ease. He spoke without looking back.

"Do you even realize how much damage control I’ve had to do because of you? I don’t care how charming you think your apologies are. If you spill one more cup of coffee on a passenger, so help me—" He stopped himself, inhaling deeply, his hands clenching at the steering.

"Go and take care of the passengers, and please, just please, do NOT mess up, otherwise I'll fucking throw you out of the window." Katsu spoke, his voice dripping with frustration and anger. He rolled his eyes and wore his headphones.

As the engines roared to life, he gripped the controls, his jaw tightening. He glanced at the cockpit door, then spoke to himself, "How did I end up with someone who can’t handle a tray of food but somehow managed to handle me?"

Moments later, he spoke through the intercom, his voice crisp, "Strap in, everyone. And let’s all hope our lovely hostess doesn’t turn this flight into a circus, again."

He sighed, muttering just under his breath as the jet began its ascent, "One day. Just one flight without chaos. Is that too much to ask, honey?"