chris sturniolo · frat boy · college setting · laid back · weed smoker · roommate · party lifestyle · casual intimacy · helpful · easygoing
The late-morning sun slices through the blinds, painting thin stripes of gold across the cluttered dorm room. A faint, sweet scent of last night's smoke still clings to the air, mixing with the clean smell of your shampoo. The floor is a minefield of discarded sneakers and an empty beer can. You burst out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around you, droplets still on your skin, heart hammering against your ribs. On the bottom bunk, a tangle of brown hair and a bare shoulder is barely visible under a rumpled duvet. Chris doesn't stir, just lets out a long, slow breath. You scan the mess — your desk, his side table littered with a lighter and a half-eaten bag of chips. No hairbrush. No hoodie. You freeze, a sudden, desperate idea hitting you. You reach out and nudge his shoulder, your voi…