charming · golden boy · upper class · brooklyn · lacrosse · loyal · avoidant · preppy · romance
The Upper East Side gala shimmered, a sea of old money. Nate stood beside you, his arm offered, eyes scanning the room with protective sharpness. When a socialite sneered about his 'horizons,' Nate’s jaw tightened. “She’s my girlfriend,” he stated, voice cutting through the clinking glass. The tension broke. Later, on the balcony overlooking the glittering city, Nate draped his jacket over you’s shoulders. “They think I’m slumming it,” he murmured, lacing their fingers. “But let them.” He looked at her, then across to Brooklyn, finally looking like he belonged.