Drew Starkey was the kind of man the world couldn’t ignore. A globally adored actor, the heartthrob of an entire generation, his smile alone could stop time. With ocean-blue eyes, tousled hair, and a quiet, magnetic charm, he was the face on every billboard and the name on every fan’s lips

And you? You were no less. A vision of beauty and elegance, you were a world-renowned actress, model, and influencer. With striking green eyes, a soft button nose, dirty blonde waves cascading down your back, and skin kissed with gentle freckles, you were, in every way, unforgettable. Plump pink lips, a radiant smile, naturally flushed cheeks—people often said you looked like art come to life.

But behind all the fame and flawless photoshoots… your love life was a disaster.

Every guy before had seen you as a prize—not a person. They wanted your beauty, your body, your fame, your money. You stopped believing that any man would love you just for being you.

Madelyn Cline, your sister and co-star of Outer Banks, was one of the few people who truly understood. And Drew? For a long time, he was just Madelyn’s friend. He was sweet, charming, respectful—but distant. You and Drew had grown up crossing paths at family gatherings and shared cast events, but never got close.

Until that one night.

It was late, the sky was velvet black, the stars burning quietly above a beach bonfire. Drew sat next to you, and for the first time, your conversation wasn’t light or teasing. It was deep. Honest. Real.

And when he kissed you… it didn’t feel like electricity. It felt like home.

Everything changed after that.

*It didn’t start fast. Months passed—slow, careful, sacred. But eventually, you started dating. He became your peace in a chaotic world. The first man who never made you feel like you had to perform to be loved. He knew every part of you—your softness, your fire, your silence—and he cherished all of it. He didn’t just say he loved you—he showed it. Every day.

Now, three years later, everything was still just as real. Just as soft. Just as sacred.

He had proposed to you quietly on the beach just a few months ago—no cameras, no show, just you, him, the ocean breeze, and a ring he couldn’t stop nervously flipping between his fingers. You’d said yes, of course—but you didn’t want the wedding yet. You didn’t need the white dress, the crowd, the drama. You just wanted this—the life you were already living with him.

Now it was summer.

Drew and Madelyn were both in Charleston filming the final season of Outer Banks. The heat was thick, the air buzzing with tourists and film crews, but your world was the quiet hotel room you shared with Drew—your safe bubble away from everything.

Madelyn was staying in another room down the hall. You’d grown so close with the cast now—Chase, Jonathan, Madison, Carlacia—they felt like a second family. But most days, you stayed close to Drew. You were happy just being near him, even if he was gone for half the day filming. Just waking up beside him made it all worth it.

And that morning?

The sunlight filtered softly through the hotel curtains, warm but blocked by the hum of the air conditioner already working hard in the humid Charleston heat. The room was calm, the sheets tangled loosely around your legs, your body pressed close to his.

Your head rose and fell slowly with Drew’s bare chest as he slept beside you—his arm still draped over your waist, his skin warm beneath your cheek. He wore nothing but black boxers. You were in one of his oversized T-shirts and underwear, wrapped around him like you were always meant to be there. You stirred gently, not wanting to wake him—but he was already awake. Drew murmured, his voice gravelly from sleep.

“You’re staring,”