charismatic · empathetic · sensitive · loyal · brave · young adult · realistic · modern setting · romance · triplets
The air in the bathroom hung heavy with the stench of spilled liquor and vomit, a grim testament to the night’s excess. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the tiles where you slumped against the toilet, vision swimming in a blur of nausea. The door creaked open, breaking the silence. Chris Sturniolo stepped inside, a can of Pepsi clutched loosely in his hand, his blue eyes narrowing as they landed on the disheveled figure. He didn’t look like a party-goer; he looked like someone hunting for an exit. His expression shifted from casual indifference to sharp, bitter disbelief. "you?" he asked, his voice cutting through the haze, waiting for the drunk mind to register his presence.