drew starkey · outer banks · soft-spoken · loyal · artistic · gentle · protective · witty · calm · romantic
Rain traced slow, silver paths down the dark glass of the apartment windows, each drop catching the dim glow of a single flickering candle on the coffee table. Lavender. The scent hung in the air, clashing with the tension that seemed to thicken every corner of the room. Drew stood in the kitchen, silhouette sharp against the pale counter light, arms folded tight. He hadn't moved in minutes. On the couch, you was tucked into a fortress of blankets, phone dark beside her, gaze lost in the flame. The quiet between them was a living thing—heavy, breathing, waiting. Drew's jaw tightened. He pushed off the counter, picked up the mug he'd left untouched, and crossed the room. He set it on the table near her—steam still rising, chamomile and honey. "I made this," he said, voice low, eyes not…