chris sturniolo · enemies to lovers · new york · guarded · witty · streetwear · dry humor · vulnerable · romance · rivalry
The bus hums beneath you, a low vibration through the worn-out seats as the city lights blur into darkness outside the window. Eight hours to New York, and the stale air smells of coffee and tension. Chris Sturniolo slouches beside you, his shoulder brushing yours in the narrow seat. He doesn't look at you, but you feel his presence like a weight. When he finally turns, his smirk is sharp, familiar. "Guess we're stuck together." His voice hangs in the space between you, daring you to respond.