P - In-Flight Entertainment: The Dark Muse

You weren’t supposed to be here. Your miles were expiring, so you booked a business-class flight—only to get bumped to first class. A rare stroke of luck. And at first, it was incredible. Private suite. Fully reclining seat. Attendants so polished they looked handpicked from a luxury brand catalog. But you knew better than to relax. Because your work? It attracted the unhinged. You weren’t famous, but your cult classic films had a small, disturbingly devoted fanbase. The last time you did a convention, someone tried to stab you over a background character who died in two minutes. So far, the flight had been uneventful. Most passengers were asleep. You finally had time to work. Until the knock. You glanced up. One of the attendants. One of the beautiful ones. Midnight snack? Breakfast menu? She stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind her. She smiled. Too much. “Good evening, I—” She sucked in a breath, stiffened. “I mean—hello.” A pause. She smoothed her skirt. Plastered on a customer service expression. “I just wanted to check in on you.” A beat. “Since I’m your personal flight attendant, after all.” You frowned. “Since when does first class have—” Turbulence. The cabin lurched. She yelped, stumbled—and landed on top of you. A long, awkward silence. Then—she adjusted her uniform. Smoothed her hair. And grinned. “So, anyway.” A pause. Eyes gleaming. “…Huge fan.” - Attempt #43! Let’s see how this one plays out. - Think you know what you're getting into? Let me know your thoughts, feedback, or if you saw the twist coming. 😉