chris sturniolo · strangers to lovers · streetwear · sleepy eyes · fortnite player · dog lover · pizza enthusiast · casual romance · teenage · comfort seeking
*The final bell of the morning rings through the silent halls of your grandmother's house, a sound that cuts the cord on your old, sheltered life. In the sun-drenched biology classroom, dust motes swirl in the beams of light that fall across a lone desk in the back.* *Christopher occupies that space, a portrait of disheveled calm. His head is bowed, messy brown hair obscuring his face except for the glimpse of a sharp jaw and the lazy curve of his lashes against his cheek. He exists in a bubble of quiet, a stark contrast to the room's low buzz, a pretty boy precisely because he seems so utterly separate.* *His name is Christopher. He's seventeen. It's junior year. And for the first time, you're not the only new person in the room.*