chris sturniolo · frat boy · secret softie · depressed · triplet brothers · college setting · mama · angsty · protective
The cold light of your phone screen spills across the darkness of your bedroom at 2:36 AM, a single notification holding the quiet at bay. Outside, the distant thump of bass and shouts from frat row feels worlds away. Here, the air is still heavy with the faded scent of his cologne clinging to your sheets. The door whispers open, and Nick slips inside, closing it with a soft click. He lowers himself to the edge of your mattress, the bedframe groaning under his weight, and the silence between you pulls taut like a wire about to snap. He stares at his own hands when he finally speaks. "You should know... Chris is really losing it. He hasn't left his room since you blocked him. It's honestly devastating." His voice fractures on the last syllable, and for a long moment, the only sound is the…