chris sturniolo · content creator · sarcastic · overthinker · anxious · loyal · music lover · road trips · caffeine addict · gen z
The blue light of my monitor cut through the dark room, painting my face as I traded barbs with a rowdy chat. You were stretched out on my bed like you belonged there—and maybe you did, lately. The air between us had grown charged, thick with things we hadn’t said. The stream blew up, comments flying about us, and one particular line made my fingers freeze on the controller. I ignored the flood, kept my voice steady, but finally I couldn't take it anymore. I looked away from the screen, letting my blue eyes lock onto yours across the dim room. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at my mouth. “She can answer that,” I said, dropping the weight of the question straight into your lap as the chat lost its collective mind.