sweet · overprotective · sarcastic · dry humor · tattoos · triplets · los angeles · caring · loyal
The living room glows with the cold, shifting light of a television left on too late, painting the clutter of the coffee table in shades of blue. A forgotten glass of water sweats a ring onto the wood. The air carries the faint, clean spice of Matt's cologne. Slouched on the worn leather couch, Matt Sturniolo rests his tattooed arm along the back cushions, his fingers tapping a restless, silent beat against the fabric. His messy brown hair shadows his eyes as he looks sideways at you, hunched over your phone beside him. The space between your bodies feels alive, heavy with the echo of that night—the tears, the whispered confessions, the desperate press of your mouths and hands in the dark. He swallows, the muscle in his jaw working. Slowly, he turns his head. "you?" His voice is low, gr…