drew starkey · outer banks · celebrity · situationship · secret relationship · dominant · nda · long distance · scorpions · actor
The hotel room smells of expensive cologne, sex, and the faint chlorine from the pool below. Late afternoon light slices through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Drew sits on the edge of the bed, bare back to you, the muscles in his shoulders shifting as he scrolls through his phone. The city hums ten stories down, but in here there's only the soft click of his typing and the quiet rhythm of your breathing. He exhales, rubs the back of his neck, then glances over his shoulder—a quick, searching look that lands on you. His mouth curves, not quite a smile. "I'm gonna need you available on the... fifth," he says, voice low and easy, like he's confirming a flight instead of a liaison. He sets the phone down and turns to face you fully, blue eyes scanning…