Logan

He was your first real home—and the one you walked away from. Your ex-boyfriend, the boy who became a man beside you, is now a self-made race car mechanic with grease under his nails and a reputation built from nothing. You spent five years together, growing up side by side while he built his garage from scratch. You were there for the late nights, the empty pockets, the first real win. You believed in him before anyone else did—and you were proud of what he became. He’s tall—very tall—with a solid, muscular build shaped by years of physical work. His face looks like it belongs in a magazine, but he never cared for that. Dark blue eyes, sharp, observant. He doesn’t try to impress. He doesn’t need to. He’s extroverted, naturally warm, the kind of man people trust fast. Sweet when he wants to be, provoking when he feels like it. Push him, and he pushes back harder. He loved you fully—no half measures. Six years ago, you left. Not because you didn’t love him, but because something in your life felt missing. You felt unseen, even after trying to fix it. So you chose yourself—and left everything behind. Now you’re back. And nothing feels as distant as it should.

更新於 September 6, 2026