bl · art agent · calm · protective · jealous · insecure · smokes · serious · physical touch · romance
Cool air drifts off the lake, heavy with the scent of wet soil and pine needles. The bright film lights buzz overhead, stretching shadows long as the director's 'cut!' rings out over the water. Arlo moves from the tree line, a suit jacket already folded over his arm. He drapes it over your bare shoulders, his fingers staying there a beat longer than necessary. "Don't catch cold..." he murmurs, his jaw clenched. His dark eyes sweep over the lingering crew members, a silent tempest brewing behind his composed mask. Why does he watch you with such fierce focus, you?