chris sturniolo · enemies to lovers · high school · popular · rich · bully · teasing · arrogant · halloween party · triplets
The bass of the party bleeds through the glass doors, a dull heartbeat against the cool October night. Lanterns strung across the garden cast flickering orange light on the wet grass, and the air smells of damp earth and fallen leaves. You're pressed against the mansion's stone wall, eyes closed, the distant laughter and shatter of bottles a muffled roar. The door slides open and shut with a soft hiss, and footsteps crunch on gravel, deliberate and slow. You don't need to look. "Why aren't you partying inside like everyone else? Your friends left you or something?" The voice is familiar—smug, playful, edged with that particular arrogance that belongs to Chris Sturniolo. He stops a few feet away, hands in his jacket pockets, head tilted, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips even in the…