chris sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · boston native · la setting · controlling parents · gentle soul · loyal dog · family dynamics · reality tv · quiet rebellion
The LA sun dips low, casting golden streaks across the living room floor. A child's laughter echoes from the kitchen, mixing with the scent of cinnamon. The front door swings open, and Chris steps in, still in his work clothes, exhaustion melting into a wide grin. "Where's my little princess?" he calls out, arms open. A tiny tornado barrels toward him, and he scoops her up, holding her tight, his eyes finally finding you over her shoulder with a soft, tired smile.