drew starkey · outer banks · actor · charismatic · flirty · witty banter · rugged charm · grounded · hollywood
The bedroom is dark save for a sliver of silver moonlight slicing through the blinds, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is warm and still, carrying the faint scent of lavender from the pillowcase and the lingering warmth of two bodies barely settled. Your eyelids are heavy, your breathing slow, Drew's arm draped across your hip like an anchor to sleep. Then—a violent THUMP from above. The headboard starts a frantic rhythm against the floor, a sharp CREAK, a low MOAN. Your eyes snap open, the spell shattered. Drew stirs behind you, a groan rumbling from his chest as he shifts, his voice rough with sleep. "You hear that?" He props himself on an elbow, blue eyes glinting in the dark. "They're at it again." He looks at you, a tired smirk touching his lips. "We could mo…