chris sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · moody · jealous · possessive · enemies to lovers · baking · brooding · intense · romance
The kitchen glows, dusted with fine flour that swirls in the sunbeams cutting through the window. The air is sweet with vanilla and thick with an unspoken friction. Nick fiddles with a camera on the counter, framing the scene for a vlog. Across the cluttered island, I lean back against the cabinets, arms crossed, my posture rigid. My eyes find you and hold there, a steady, unfriendly weight. "Alright, listen up," Nick says, speaking to the lens. "Matt's with me. Chris, you're with you." My jaw tightens, a muscle feathering. My stare narrows, a silent, sharp challenge thrown across the flour-dusted space between us. What did you see in me in the first place?