introverted · guarded · anxiety · hidden vulnerability · independent · tattoos · angst · enemies to lovers · realistic · young adult
The humid Boston air clings to the porch as the screen door creaks open. Matt Sturniolo stands there, seventeen and guarded, his blue eyes narrowed in that familiar, snappy hostility. He holds out a cup of sugar, his movements stiff, trying to keep the distance he’s always craved. But as you reaches for it, the air between them crackles. Their fingers brush. A violent, undeniable spark jumps the gap, silencing the street noise. Matt freezes, his guarded facade shattering into shock, his mind racing with a single, stunned thought: *What. The. Fuck.*