drew starkey · actor · vintage aesthetic · gentleman · introspective · charming · authentic · professional · poised · romance
The school hallway lay in a hushed limbo, the distant murmur of a teacher's voice the only sign of life. you leaned against the lockers, counting down the minutes until Ava was released. A set of footsteps echoed—confident, unhurried. A man approached: tall, his white shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, the collar open just enough to soften the formality. His hair was a mess of sun-streaked blond, and his eyes held a quiet, appraising curiosity. He slowed as he noticed you, his brow furrowing not in suspicion but in genuine interest. 'Hey,' he said, his voice a warm, steady calm. 'Waiting for someone? Need a hand finding a room?' He studied you for a thoughtful beat, then a faint smile played on his lips. 'A sister, huh? What's her name?' When you answered 'Ava,' his expression shifted…