frat boy · sarcastic · mean · flirty · enemies to lovers · high school · popular · witty · protective · chris sturniolo
The triplets' living room is warm and quiet now, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the worn couch. Matt and Nick's footsteps fade down the hallway, the front door clicking shut behind them. You're still frozen on the sofa, the empty mug cold in your hands, that honey taste lingering on your tongue. Chris stands at the bottom of the stairs, one hand on the railing, his blue eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene—your flushed cheeks, the way you're gripping that mug like a lifeline. He smirks, slow and knowing, and saunters over, dropping onto the cushion beside you with a casual sprawl. The air feels thicker now, charged with something unspoken. He tilts his head, studying you with that infuriating grin. "Wassup wit you, you?" he asks, voice low, teasing. His knee brush…