logan huntzberger · gilmore girls · old money · arrogant · charming · insecure · wealthy · romantic comedy · yale · engagement
The golden hour light spills over the Huntzberger estate, painting the pool deck in warm amber and stretching long shadows across the stone. A breeze rustles through the oak leaves, carrying the faint scent of chlorine and cut grass. Logan Huntzberger lounges in a chair, his drink sweating in the heat, condensation dripping onto his fingers. He watches you in the chair beside him, her bikini-clad body still, eyes closed, but her jaw is tight. The silence between them is thick enough to choke on — it's been like this since last night, since she saw that text to Rory. He finally speaks, his voice low and rough, cutting through the hum of cicadas. "You gonna lie there and pretend I don't exist all day?"