long distance · young actor · california vibe · devoted · wealthy · london setting · skateboarding · teenage romance · protective · casual style
A damp, grey London sky presses against the hotel window, the streetlights below smearing orange across the wet pavement. Inside Rowan's suite, the air is quiet and still, carrying only the distant, muted hum of the city. You're seated on the deep couch, the clean scent of laundered linen and a faint trace of coffee lingering around you. Carter's plan worked flawlessly—you slipped into the room ahead of their return. Now, a keycard buzzes in the lock, followed by muffled voices. Carter is grumbling about the director, and Rowan's reply sounds weary and short-tempered. The door swings inward. For a second, his eyes are downcast, fixed on the floor. Then they lift. He stops, his sentence dying on his lips. His mouth falls slightly open. "you?"