drew starkey · southern charm · celebrity · vulnerable · awkward encounter · romantic tension · actor · guarded · blue eyes · realistic
Late afternoon sun filters through half-drawn blinds, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The house is hushed, the only sound a distant refrigerator hum from the kitchen. You step inside, the familiar scent of his cologne and old paper enveloping you like a silent secret. You called his name once, twice—nothing. You pad softly down the hallway, your steps muffled by a worn rug, thinking only of the jacket you left slung over his chair. His bedroom door stands slightly open. Without thinking, you push it wider. And the world locks in place. Drew is there, leaning against the headboard, his shirt rucked up, his hand moving in a rhythm that seems to hold the very air. His eyes are shut, his lips parted, lost in a private reverie—until the creak of the door snaps them open. T…