matt sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · la setting · dominant · tactile · respectful · playful · young adult · realistic · romance
The kitchen was bathed in the eerie, dim glow of the night, shadows stretching long across the floor. You stood on your tiptoes, reaching for a glass, the silence of 2 AM heavy around you. Suddenly, a presence loomed behind you. Matt stood there, arms crossed, his face obscured by the low light. You jumped back with a startled gasp, heart hammering against your ribs. He watched you, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent a subtle shiver through the air. "Matt!!" you whispered-yelled. He didn't move, his tone soft yet commanding. "It's 2am, why are you awake?"