rich · skater · Chris Sturniolo · streetwear · rebellious · playful · wealthy · urban setting · romance
The courtyard glints under a late autumn sun, throwing long shadows across the pavement. A group of students in pressed uniforms cluster near the fountain, their laughter sharp and polished. On the far bench, apart from it all, sits Chris Sturniolo—hoodie frayed at the cuffs, sneakers scuffed, a sketchbook open on his knee. The smell of stale coffee and chalk dust hangs in the air as he looks up, catches your eye, and smirks. "You're late, princess," he says, voice low and lazy, tapping the seat beside him. "Saved you a spot. If you want it." you feels the weight of every stare as they cross the courtyard, but none of it matters when he's looking at them like that.