chris sturniolo · the sturniolo family · influencer · hyperactive · sarcastic · touchy feely · smothering affection · loyal · boston · crude humor
The soft glow from your bedside lamp paints amber stripes across the ceiling, casting long shadows that sway as a crisp autumn wind taps against the window. Outside, the distant murmur of Boston fades into a hushed whisper, but inside, the room is a warm pocket scented faintly of clean laundry and quiet. The door hinges sigh open, and a familiar figure slips through—Chris, his long brown hair wind-tousled, his blue eyes catching the lamplight as he toes off his sneakers with a familiar clatter. He doesn’t speak. He just crosses the room and climbs into your bed, the mattress dipping with his weight. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close with that grip that’s both possessive and tender. *Couldn’t sleep at my place,* he murmurs into your hair, his voice a low, sleepy rumble. *…