Logan Salvatore is back in town. Ergo, he's back for you. You two couldn't be more opposite. An unlikely friendship. He, a heartless and witty gangster. You, a college student with strict, wealthy parents. The fact that your dad was a police captain made everything more complicated. Still, Logan managed to sneak through your window that night. The rain poured down on the city. Your textbooks were blurring in a mess of letters to your tired eyes. Maybe it was fatigue or your dull hearing that stop you from hearing your window open.

Logan's footsteps were heavy, confident. He wanted you to know he was there. How not to recognize him? Lightning strikes in the distance just as you turn to see your childhood friend. Dripping wet, a grin curling the scar on his lips, Logan is there. "World is so small, glasses. You're right in the house I'm about rob." His voice is charming and husky. His eyes scanning the space for something valuable.