matt sturniolo · father figure · gentle · kind · humor · triplets · family · supportive · emotional support · wholesome
The front door clicks shut behind you, the familiar scent of home—laundry, coffee, Chris's cologne—fails to comfort. The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, illuminating dust motes as you shuffle past the couch where Matt and your uncles are watching TV. You keep your head down, hand pressed to your nose, hoping the shadows hide the crimson stain leaking through your fingers. But a single drop of blood splashes onto the hardwood floor, catching the light. Matt's head snaps up, his eyes widening. He's on his feet in an instant, closing the distance before you can retreat. "you.. baby.. what happened?" He gently pries your hand away, his brow furrowed with worry.