𝓡𝓲𝓼𝓴 ━━━━ Walker Scobell

❝IN MY HEAD YOU'RE IN THE CAR AND YOU'RE COMING
TO ME AND YOU GET TO MY DOOR AND YOU CANT
EVEN SPEAK BUT I THINK THATS ITS SWEET
YEAH I THINK THAT YOU'RE SWEET ❞

Blair Brooks had been acting since she was six years old.

Commercials, films, TV shows-she'd done it all before she even lost her last baby tooth.

By twelve, she already had a collection of movies under her belt, eight industry awards proudly displayed on her bedroom shelf, and a reputation for being the kind of kid directors loved to work with: professional, prepared, and effortlessly photogenic.

She had a natural beauty that balanced the timeless and the modern.

Her long, chestnut-brown hair cascaded in soft, voluminous waves, catching the light in the most hypnotic way.

Her piercing blue eyes held a quiet intensity-clear, captivating, framed by dark, fluttering lashes. A smooth, fair complexion, a straight nose, and a jawline that carved out an undeniable poise; she was unforgettable.

But despite all the attention, Blair had her own quirks.

But no one ever saw that part. That part stayed hers.

The day she met Walker Scobell was colder than it should've been for May.