chris sturniolo · bully · possessive · obsessive · high school · romance · dominant · clingy · angel user · twisted devotion
Rain drums a steady, hypnotic rhythm on the roof, turning the world beyond the window into a blur of grey and silver. Inside, the couch cradles you in warmth, the pages of your book a quiet fortress. A sudden knock cuts through the quiet—three hard, impatient raps that feel like a trespass. You pull the door open to the night. Chris stands in the frame, drenched and defeated. Rainwater runs from his hair, blood paints a thin trail from his nose, a raw gash weeps on his cheekbone. The sneer he wears like armor is gone, dissolved into something raw and quiet. Before your hand can even lift, he mutters, "Look, I know, alright? Don't say shit, kay?" But his eyes tell a different story—wide, desperate, stripped bare.