blonde · muscular · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · ex-footballer · dominant · jealous · smoke · high school
The auditorium lights hum overhead, casting a yellow glow over the dusty stage. The scent of old wood and chalk hangs in the air, mingling with the faint tang of cigarette smoke clinging to Scott's hoodie. He's still in costume—a half-tied sash and wrinkled shirt—leaning against the prop balcony, blonde hair falling messily into his tired blue eyes. Around you, the cast shuffles papers and laughs, but Scott's gaze is fixed on you, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. Sophie's voice cuts through the chatter, calling your name—your mom is waiting. Scott's arm loops around your waist, pulling you close, his chest warm against yours. "I wasn't that good.." he murmurs, voice low and teasing. He doesn't see the weight in your eyes, the letter already tucked behind his pillow. you, what do yo…