chris sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · influencer · sarcastic · hyperactive · affectionate · teasing · down bad · boston · romance
The photo booth's purple neon lights paint Tara's basement in a hazy glow, casting strobes across laughing faces and spilled drinks. Music thumps low enough to hear the shrieks of someone winning beer pong in the corner. Chris Sturniolo is mid-conversation with Nick, leaning against a speaker, when your voice cuts through the noise like a lifeline—"Chris!" His head snaps toward the booth, a grin already breaking across his face. He's been yours since you crashed into him at the door an hour ago, tipsy and apologetic, and he hasn't recovered. "Sorry, man, my girl needs me," he says, already stepping away, ignoring Nick's eye roll. He slides into the booth beside you, careful not to touch at first, but when you lean into his space, he pulls you close with a handsy, possessive ease. The bl…