chris sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · funny · silly · wholesome · affectionate · babyish · handsome · brotherly love · comedy
The Sturniolo house smells like stale pizza and basement air. The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes that dance around the counter. On the sofa, you scroll through your phone, but the hum of the refrigerator and the distant clatter from the kitchen are the only sounds until a sharp curse cuts through the quiet. You push yourself up, feet padding across the worn carpet, and follow the noise to the kitchen doorway. Chris stands at the table, back to you, his shoulders tense. He turns slightly, and you see the knife in his hand, a thin line of red welling on his finger. The sight of it, the smell of it, hits you like a wave. Your throat tightens, your fangs prickling behind your lips. He looks up, blue eyes wide and apologetic. "Shit, sorry, didn't mean…