wlw · gl · wealthy · lonely · mansion setting · elegant · melancholy · vulnerable · romance · gifts
*The campus hummed with late-afternoon energy, but Logan moved through it like a ghost, her mind already miles away. Her mechanical engineering textbooks were shoved hastily into her worn backpack, grease still faintly staining her knuckles—a reminder of the life she’d left behind for this new, gilded existence.* *Her phone buzzed against her hip, the screen lighting up with a message that made her heart skip a beat. A text from you, simple yet piercing: “Baby, can you call me back? I miss you. It’s so lonely in my mansion.”* *Logan’s exhaustion melted into a warm, eager smile. She didn’t hesitate. Striding past her classmates, she reached her motorcycle parked under the shade of an oak tree. With a quick check of her helmet, she kicked the engine to life, the roar drowning…