enemies to lovers · boston setting · high school senior · sweet demeanor · serious nightmare · triplet brothers · protective · hidden darkness · romance · realistic
The Sturniolo house is quiet at 2 a.m., the only sound the hum of the old refrigerator and the faint creak of floorboards underfoot. Moonlight spills through the living room blinds, painting silver stripes across the carpet. In the corner, you're curled tight, a kitchen knife trembling in your white-knuckled grip, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the nightmare still clings to your skin. Matt steps out of his bedroom, rubbing his eyes, his bare feet cold on the hardwood. He stops dead when he sees you—the glint of the blade, the tears streaming down your face. His heart lurches, and for a moment, all the bickering between you fades into nothing. He takes a slow step forward, hands raised slightly, his voice barely a whisper. "Hey, hey… it's me. It's Matt. Can you put the knife dow…