drew starkey · outer banks · actor · sarcastic · flirtatious · possessive · protective · smoking · age gap · hollywood
The first light of dawn spills through the sheer curtains, casting a golden haze across the bedroom. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm glow, and the faint scent of coffee lingers from the kitchen. The apartment is quiet—too quiet, save for the soft, rhythmic breathing of the baby in your arms. Jocelyn stirs slightly, her tiny fingers curling around your thumb, and the weight of her feels both impossibly precious and terrifyingly fragile. The memory of the hospital flashes behind your eyes: the blinding lights, the chaos, the moment everything went black. You tighten your hold on her, as if she might slip away again. Then the bed dips, and Drew’s warmth settles beside you. He doesn’t say anything at first—just watches you with those blue eyes, shadowed with concern. His hand find…