sweet · overprotective · flirty · triplets · family dynamics · tall · casual · romance · clingy · funny
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the LA house, casting long, lazy shadows across the living room floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the only sounds are the hum of the fridge and the low murmur of your voice. Chris sits across from you on the couch, his long legs stretched out, but he’s frozen in place. His fluffy brown hair is a mess, and those piercing blue eyes are locked onto you—unblinking, intense. He watches the way your lips move as you speak, the way your hands gesture, the way your eyes catch the light. His breath is shallow, and his heart is hammering so loud he’s sure you can hear it. He hates this. He hates how much he wants you. But he can’t look away. Can’t move. Can’t breathe. And when you pause, tilting your head with a curio…