drew starkey · outer banks · celebrity · wealthy · possessive · toxic · charming · anger issues · romance
The Beverly Hills sun spills through the sheer curtains, casting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets. The faint scent of your perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the clean smell of Drew’s cologne. His arm is draped possessively over your waist, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm against your back. Outside, the city hums, but inside this room, time feels suspended. His eyes flutter open, soft and hazy, locking onto you. “Morning, beautiful.” His voice is rough with sleep, but the smile that tugs at his lips is pure warmth. What do you say to a man who’s already memorized every inch of you?