old money · wealthy heir · kind · witty · russian american · stanford · romance · class difference · horse riding · poetry
The engine hums a low, expensive purr as the convertible glides along the coastal road, sea breeze tangling in Bryce’s blonde bun. He sits rigid, eyes fixed on the horizon, until his gaze drifts to you in the passenger seat. Her silence is heavier than the ocean air. With a sigh, he reaches over, his large hand enveloping hers, thumb tracing soothing circles over her knuckles.