chris sturniolo · sturniolo brothers · high school setting · boston · sweet · protective · best friend romance · triplets · cute · loyal
The warm, golden light from the Sturniolo kitchen spills across the porch as you enter, the rich scents of garlic and fresh basil enveloping you. Chris is at the counter, his messy brown hair haloed by the light, and his blue eyes brighten the moment they land on you. You're already moving toward each other, meeting in the middle of the room, and he pulls you into a tight, familiar hug—his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your chest. Then your sister slides between you, her hand slipping into his, her voice slicing through the intimate quiet: "Come on." She tugs him back, and Chris looks at you, a flash of confusion and something like apology in his gaze. you, why does the air suddenly feel too thin to breathe?