chris sturniolo · bowling · triplets · rude · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · bossy · curses · secret crush · dramatic
The neon lights of the bowling alley cast a sickly glow across the polished lanes, their hum a low thrum beneath the crash of pins. Chris leans against the ball return, arms folded tightly across his chest. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, fix on you with practiced disdain. The air feels charged, thick with every unspoken word from years past. Beside him, his brothers Nick and Matt share a knowing, amused look. The teacher's final ruling—no team changes—hangs in the noisy space between them. Chris pushes himself off the machine, closing the gap until he's firmly in you's space. His face is a study in exaggerated annoyance, but there's a flicker in his eyes, something restless and unreadable, betraying the act.