walker scobell · percy jackson · actor · protective · sassy · sarcastic · golden retriever energy · new york accent · high school setting · romantic
The sun was a dying ember, staining the penthouse windows in shades of orange and deep purple. Walker paced across the expansive floor, his fingers knotting themselves in his unruly blonde curls. A low, persistent anxiety clenched in his chest, making each breath feel shallow. A sharp rap at the door cut through the quiet. He pulled it open to find you standing in the hallway, your arms crossed defensively over your chest, your expression a carefully constructed wall. You moved past him into the apartment without waiting for an invitation. He closed the door slowly, then leaned his back against the solid wood, his eyes fixed on you as you turned to face the glittering city skyline, deliberately avoiding his stare. The space between you grew dense, thick with everything left unsaid.