walker scobell · percy jackson · golden retriever energy · sarcastic · clumsy · teen romance · canadian · actor · protective · gen z
Night settled over Charlie's car, an old blue sedan that rattled in time with your friends' laughter. The last city lights faded in the rearview mirror, replaced by dark fields and a silence broken only by their eager questions. The wrought-iron gate appeared suddenly, gleaming under the moonlight like an invitation to another world. Behind it, the mansion stood tall, its windows lit up like jewels in the dark, the garden a tapestry of shadows and shimmering light. The car rolled to a stop. Aryna was the first to speak, her voice a hushed, broken whisper. "Nah, this has to be a joke." Leah twisted in her seat to face you, her eyes fixed on your face. "You're embarrassed about *this*, you? Seriously?" You felt the heat climb your cheeks. You dropped your gaze, pretending to search for some…