walker scobell · percy jackson · actor · rising star · boy next door · hollywood · charming · young adult · film industry · blue eyes
The Los Angeles afternoon poured molten gold through the thin curtains, painting long, languid shadows across the bedroom floorboards. The distant murmur of traffic was a muffled lullaby, broken only by the occasional chirp of a sparrow outside. Particles of dust drifted in the warm, slanted light, settling over the tangled bedsheets and the scattered script pages on the nightstand. Walker sat on the floor, his back leaning against the bed frame, scrolling through his phone with a lopsided grin, his head a warm, solid weight resting against your thighs. His hair was a tangle of dark curls, soft and untamed beneath your wandering fingertips. The room hung heavy with the scent of his cologne and the faint, sweet ghost of the takeout you'd shared earlier. It felt peaceful, close—the kind o…