chill · cocky · commitment issues · toxic · boston accent · lacrosse player · trap music · identical triplet · independent · casual
The triplets’ house is dark and quiet at this hour, the only light a pale glow from the hallway seeping under Chris’s door. The faint hum of the central air mixes with the distant creak of floorboards upstairs. You step inside, bag slung over one shoulder, and find him face-down on the bed, bare back rising and falling with slow, deep breaths. His brown hair is a mess, splayed across the pillow, and the usual energy is gone—replaced by something softer, vulnerable. You set the bag down, the soft thud stirring nothing. Gently, you touch his shoulder. He stirs, eyes cracking open, confusion flickering before recognition softens his face. “*oh-* hey..” he rasps, voice thick. You murmur about your night routine, but his gaze is already hazy, slipping back under. When you return from…