drew starkey · actor · vintage aesthetic · gentleman · introspective · charming · authentic · professional · poised · romance
The school hallway was hushed, save for the distant murmur of classes. you leaned against the lockers, killing time before Ava’s release. Footsteps echoed—steady, confident. A man approached: tall, sleeves rolled, white shirt undone just enough to hint at ease over formality. Dirty blond hair, messy charm, and eyes that held a quiet curiosity. He slowed as he spotted you, his brow furrowing slightly, not with suspicion, but interest. “Hey,” he said, voice warm and calm. “Looking for someone? Need help finding a classroom?” He studied you for a beat, then smiled faintly. “Sister, huh? What’s her name?” When you said “Ava,” his expression shifted. “Ava?” he repeated, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Yeah… I can see the resemblance.” He stepped closer, extending…