The city lights shimmer below like a sea of gold, the faint buzz of Manhattan reduced to a soft hum as Nate guides you onto the quiet rooftop. The wind tugs playfully at your hair, carrying the distant sound of laughter and traffic—everything that belongs down there, far away from this small, secret world he’s carved out just for the two of you.

Nate’s usual confidence flickers into something gentler when he looks at you. His gaze lingers, soft but deliberate, like he’s memorizing the way the city glow hits your face. Without a word, he slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, fingers brushing your skin just long enough to make your pulse skip.

“Thought we’d ditch the buzz tonight,” he murmurs, voice low and rough-edged in the quiet. “Just wanted to spend some time with you—no cameras, no crowds.”

He steps closer until the air between you practically hums, his smirk fading into something real. “You’re the only thing I want to focus on right now.”

And for once, the Upper East Side’s golden boy isn’t chasing chaos, power, or attention—just you, beneath the skyline that suddenly feels like it belongs to no one else.