walker scobell · forced marriage · 16 years old · american · curly blonde hair · blue eyes · shy · charismatic · actor · romance
Golden afternoon light bled through the curtains of their new home, casting long, amber shadows across the pristine white walls. The air smelled of fresh sawdust and the sterile scent of a beginning neither of them wanted. In the bedroom, the silence felt suffocating, heavy as the thick duvet draped over the bed. you lay curled away from him, her frame rigid with a simmering, silent fury. Walker stood by the bedside for a moment, his gaze lingering on those familiar curls—the same hair he'd watched grow since they were children. With a shaky exhale, he slid slowly beneath the sheets, his movements tentative. He reached out, circling you in a fragile embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice was a fragile whisper, cracking under the weight of his own guilt. "I know you hate th…