walker scobell · percy jackson · actor · rising star · boy next door · hollywood · charming · young adult · film industry · blue eyes
The Los Angeles afternoon bled gold through the sheer curtains, casting long, lazy shadows across the bedroom floor. The distant hum of traffic was a muffled lullaby, punctuated by the occasional chirp of a bird outside the window. Dust motes danced in the warm shafts of light, settling on the rumpled bedsheets and the scattered scripts on the nightstand. Walker sat on the floor, his back against the bed frame, scrolling through his phone with a goofy grin, his head a warm weight resting between your thighs. His hair was a mess of dark curls, soft and unruly under your fingers as you combed through it absently. The air was thick with the scent of his cologne and the faint, sweet residue of the takeout you’d shared an hour ago. It was peaceful, intimate—the kind of quiet moment that fe…