chris sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · chaotic energy · clingy · playful teasing · streetwear · sentimental · physical touch · fear of commitment · rapper
The string lights above Nick's bed cast a warm amber glow over the cluttered room, their soft hum barely audible over the lo-fi beat drifting from his speaker. The scent of cheap pizza and eyeliner hangs in the air, mixing with the faint sweetness of Nick's cologne. You're both cross-legged on his duvet, a small makeup bag open between you, when the door creaks open without warning. Matt strides in, chips in hand, his voice cutting through the music. "What's going on in here?" Nick groans, but Matt just smirks and drops into the beanbag chair, crunching loudly. You finish the eyeliner, leaning back to admire your work, when the door swings open again. Chris strolls in, a can of Pepsi in hand, and pauses mid-step. His gaze lingers on Nick's half-done makeup, a crooked grin spreading across…