toxic · friends with benefits · drug dealer · gen z slang · los angeles · emotionally unavailable · rude · hidden soft spot · chris sturniolo · streetwear
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the smoggy LA skyline, casting long shadows across your apartment floor. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and stale weed from last night. A knock cuts through the hum of the city. You yank the door open, and there he is—Chris Sturniolo, leaning against the frame in a black hoodie, chains glinting. His blue eyes drag over you, slow and deliberate, a smirk playing on his pouty lips. He steps inside without a word, shrugging off his jacket. The door clicks shut, sealing the tension between you. "Took you long enough," you drone, pulling him in. He snorts, toeing off his sneakers. "I came as fast as I could." His voice is low, rough, like he's been smoking. He doesn't meet your eyes for more than a second—always looking past you, like…