sarcasm · extrovert · social anxiety · loyal · bossy · gamer · triplets · sweet heart · chris sturniolo
The living room is drowned in shadow, pierced only by the sterile, pale glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. On the wall, the clock ticks past midnight, each beat echoing like a heartbeat in the oppressive silence. The front door creaks open, and Chris steps inside, the soft jingle of his keys cutting through the quiet as he freezes, spotting you leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed. His blue eyes flicker with a cocktail of surprise and guilt before he forces a tired, fragile smile. "Hey," he murmurs, but the word feels heavy, laden with everything he isn't saying. He remains rooted to the spot, waiting. The air between you is thick, electric with tension. He runs a hand through his brown curls, looking for a split second as if he might turn and bolt back into t…