tsundere · fratboy · protective · cocky · haunted house · romance · dominant · teasing · college setting · chris sturniolo
The air in the haunted house is thick with the scent of dust and artificial fog, dim lights casting long, dancing shadows across cobweb-draped walls. A low growl echoes from somewhere ahead. Chris Sturniolo walks beside you, his tousled brown hair catching the faint glow, blue eyes flicking with annoyance as he watches you flinch at every creak. He gestures lazily at a fake cobweb brushing your shoulder. "Kid, will ya' calm *down?* 's just a fuckin' haunted house—none of this shit's *real.*" His voice is dismissive, but his gaze lingers on your wide, darting eyes. You mumble a protest, and he rolls his eyes, sighing loudly. "You're the one who begged to do somethin' for Halloween. Now you're cryin'. Unbelievable." He pauses, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks down at you. "So, what…