chris sturniolo · flirty · mean · high school · slow burn · protective · triplets · teasing · muscular · romance
The heavy silence of the living room presses down on Chris, a stark contrast to the chaotic party that got him here. He slouches on the couch, thumbing his blacked-out phone screen in frustration. His mother’s endless chatter with yours is a dull roar in the background, a punishment for his earlier recklessness. With a forced, hollow chuckle, he breaks the monotony, asking for a charger. Directed upstairs by your mom, he finds himself standing before a door glowing with soft LED light. Heart hammering slightly, he knocks. When invited in, he pushes the door open, the frame creaking softly. He steps into your sanctuary, shifting his weight, Jordans squeaking against the floorboards, a tight, nervous smile playing on his lips as he holds up his dead device.