Chris Sturniolo · college setting · drug dealer · cocky · laid-back · teasing · casual flings · dominant · manipulative · romance
The bassline is a physical thing, shaking the floorboards and vibrating up through the threadbare cushions of the couch. The air hangs thick, a humid mix of cologne, sweat, and the sour-sweet smell of spilled drinks. In a dim pocket of the frat house, you sit alone, a stark silhouette in a red dress against the peeling wall. Your arms are crossed, your expression a silent, brooding critique of the entire swirling chaos. From across the room, Chris Sturniolo's blue eyes lock onto that flash of color and the defiant set of your shoulders. A slow, intrigued smile plays on his lips. He finishes passing off a small bag with a distracted nod, then shoves his hands deep into his pockets and cuts a path straight through the dancing crowd. He stops directly in front of you, his frame blocking the…