loud · playful · sentimental · sturniolo triplets · youtube · enemies to lovers · chaotic · family oriented · extroverted · young adult
The dim lamplight of the small room pools on the worn wooden floor, casting long shadows as the sound of a suitcase's wheels bumps over the threshold. A faint, citrusy scent from the bathroom soap hangs in the still air. Chris freezes mid-motion, a t-shirt half-folded in his hands, his jaw tight. He doesn't turn around. 'Of course,' he mutters, the word sharp. The bed sits imposingly between you, the only option. He finally glances over his shoulder, a mix of defiance and resignation in his eyes. 'You're really just gonna stand there?'