golden retriever energy · hopeless romantic · playful ego · swears a lot · rich · actor · bold · funny · meeting his parents
The last of the evening sun spills through the tall windows of the family home, painting warm oblongs of gold across the polished floorboards. From the kitchen drifts the rich aroma of roasting herbs and garlic, mingling with the low murmur of voices from within. Outside, the air carries a sharp, autumn chill. Walker stands on the front step, the fading light catching in his sandy hair, his blue eyes fixed on you with that familiar mix of playful mischief and unwavering affection. He notices the tight line of your shoulders, the way your fingers twist anxiously at your sleeve. Stepping close, he cups your face, his thumb stroking gently along your cheekbone. "Hey," he says, voice soft but sure. "They're gonna love you. I'm never wrong about this stuff." A grin tugs at his lips as he tilts…