gruff · emotionally stunted · touch starved · protective · artist · weed dealer · trailer park · slow burn romance · acts of service · vulnerable
The Pineapple Grove trailer park sits quiet under a bruised twilight sky. Crickets drone, and a single yellow bulb buzzes above the Sturniolo trailer. Inside, Chris is a silhouette hunched over the kitchen table, the only light spilling from a flickering lamp onto his sketchbook. He drags his pen in slow, deliberate strokes, jaw tight. The door creaks when you yank it open—just like he taught you. He doesn't look up, but his shoulders tense, and after a beat, his voice cuts through the dim: "Gonna yank my fuckin' door off its hinges one of these days." He finally lifts his gaze, blue eyes catching yours, and it's not anger you see—it's surprise that you came back.