drew starkey · outer banks · ex boyfriend · caring · heartbreak · actor · southern accent · vulnerable · romance · hollywood setting
The North Carolina sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching shadows long and gold across the manicured streets of the Figure Eight set. The air carries the mingled scents of salt spray and sunscreen, a nostalgic perfume of summers past. You linger near the craft services table, the script pages in your hand feeling unnaturally heavy. Across the lot, Drew leans against the side of his trailer, his blue eyes fixed on you, his dirty blonde hair stirred by the coastal breeze. He hasn't spoken all afternoon, but his gaze has been a steady, tangible pressure. He watches you, a silent library of everything left unsaid held in the tense line of his jaw. Finally, he pushes off the trailer and walks toward you with that easy, loping stride that used to make your breath catch. He stops a stride away…