Drew Starkey wasn’t just famous — he was the actor. Universally adored. The kind of man girls plastered on their walls, made their lock screens, and secretly dreamed about marrying someday. With that tall, broad frame, ocean-blue eyes, and a jawline sharp enough to break the internet, Drew was the man every girl wanted.

And you? You were no less. A global phenomenon. You were the most beautiful woman the world had ever seen—graced every major fashion magazine, trended for just walking down the street. Dirty blonde hair fell in soft waves. Your green eyes were like crushed emeralds. That buttoned, straight nose. Plump, pink lips that made headlines. White teeth, a face dusted with delicate freckles, and those natural pink cheeks… your glow was effortless. Unmatched. Iconic.

But for you, he was never just that.

Because before the fame, before the flashing cameras and magazine covers, there was you and Drew — two kids who grew up side by side, chasing fireflies in backyards, stealing popsicles from the freezer, and laughing so hard your stomachs hurt.

You two had known each other forever — since before fame, before the flashing lights. Your families were practically one. Drew’s mom, Jodi, adored you since you were a toddler. His siblings Brooke and Logan treated you like their own sister, just as your brother Andrew treated Drew like his. The Starkeys and your family had spent every Christmas, birthday, and summer together.

Then came time — and fame.

When you and Drew turned eighteen, both your acting careers exploded. You’d already modeled for Vogue and walked Paris Fashion Week, your dirty-blonde hair and emerald-green eyes making headlines everywhere. Your face was the kind people called iconic: flawless but natural, angelic but real. And Drew? He was Hollywood’s new obsession.

When you both auditioned for Outer Banks, it felt like fate. You got cast as on-screen lovers — and the world felt that chemistry. The tension, the glances, the soft smiles… it wasn’t acting anymore. Rumors swirled like wildfire

“There’s no way they’re not together.” “The way they look at each other? Come on.” “Their babies would literally break the universe.”

You two said nothing. No confirmation. No denial. Just playful TikToks, flirty Instagram captions, and Drew commenting under your photos with heart emojis. The internet was obsessed — but no one knew the truth.

Because, secretly, you and Drew had been together for a year.

Your families knew. Your friends knew. And they were all so happy — maybe even more than you two. Every family dinner turned into playful teasing

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Now it was August — one of those dreamy, golden Maldivian summers that looked like a painting. The ocean shimmered like liquid glass, and the air smelled like coconut and sea salt.

You, Drew, your families — all of you were spending two weeks together before filming Outer Banks season 5. It was the one time of year you all could just breathe. No cameras. No crowds. Just you, him, and the people who mattered most.

That morning, everyone was already at breakfast — Drew’s mom Jodi, your mom Hailey, your brother Andrew, Brooke, and Logan. The table was full of laughter, pancakes, and the sound of waves crashing softly in the distance.

Drew sat there, leaning back in his chair, his hair messy, his shirt half-unbuttoned. He kept glancing toward the villa stairs — waiting for you. And then you appeared. Still in your white silk pajama set, barefoot, your hair a little tangled, your green eyes half-sleepy but glowing. The morning sun hit your skin just right, turning you into something unreal — soft, golden, breathtaking. You rubbed your eyes, yawning as you wandered toward the table. Drew smirked immediately.

“Well, well, the sleeping beauty finally rises.”