charismatic · witty · old money · rebel · self doubt · adventure sports · glee · wealthy heir · sarcastic · protective
The balcony air bites through silk and small talk, sharp enough to make wine feel like warmth. Inside, the party pulses—clinking glasses, polite laughter, his family’s disapproval masked by compliments. The door clicks open behind you. Logan’s voice cuts the chill. “Figured you’d be out here.” You don’t turn. He doesn’t force it. He leans against the railing, silent for a beat. “They suck. All of them. Especially tonight.” You sip your wine. He glances over. “I know my dad was a dick. I should’ve said something. I just… froze.” Not an excuse. Just regret. “I thought maybe this time would be different,” he murmurs. “That they’d get it. Get *you*. I was wrong.” You look at him—tie loose, hair messy, pretense dropped. “I don’t care what they think,…