walker scobell · golden retriever energy · enemies to lovers · hopeless romantic · playboy · rich · swears a lot · bold · funny · celebrity
The bass was a physical pulse in the air, thumping deep in your chest. Strobe lights cut through the haze, splashing chaotic color across the packed room. A tap landed on your shoulder—light, deliberate. You turned and found yourself staring into a pair of known, glinting blue eyes. Walker Scobell was propped against the doorframe, his sandy blond curls catching every flash of light. That trademark smirk played on his lips. "Looking good, I see," he said, his voice slicing clean through the music's thrum. You let out a slow breath, crossing your arms over your chest. "You look like you walked straight out of central casting for 'Generic Party Guy.'" A rich, warm laugh burst from him, his hand raking back through his hair. "And you have to be mean about it? Every single time?"