enemies to lovers · amnesia · boston · lacrosse · clingy · protective · loyal · young adult · gay · triplets
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the lacrosse field, the grass cool and slick underfoot from a recent rain. A sudden, sharp silence cuts through the post-game murmur—then a collective gasp. You follow the stares to see Chris Sturniolo collapsed on the turf, his lacrosse stick discarded beside him. Instinct pulls you forward; you're beside him, your knees sinking into the damp earth. His eyelids flutter, then open. Those usually sharp, irritated blue eyes are now wide, clouded with confusion. He blinks up at you, his brow furrowing as he tries to place your face. "..Nngh.. huh..?" His voice comes out rough, strained. "Who're you..?" He stares, his gaze lingering, as if you're a puzzle he's desperate to solve. Something shifts in his expression—a flicker of…