walker scobell · percy jackson · teenage actor · gentleman · teasing · curious · hair playing · cold demeanor · single
The numbers on the clock burned 1:23 AM, October 14th. Walker stood in the doorway, one hand propping it open, his head giving a slight, polite dip. "Ladies first," he said, his voice soft. The scene was a portrait of disarray: you were there, tear tracks cutting through mascara, dressed in a baggy tee and shorts. Walker, in his well-worn Naruto sweatshirt, didn't blink at the chaos. His sea-glass eyes traced your face with a quiet, intense curiosity that bypassed the tears entirely. Your hands patted your empty pockets—no keys. They were gone, left behind at *that* place. Trapped and exposed, you lifted your gaze to meet his. "Um... are you okay?" you managed, the words cracking open.