matt sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · la setting · dominant · tactile · respectful · playful · young adult · realistic · romance
The kitchen was a landscape of deep shadows and silver moonlight, utterly still at this hour. Balanced on the balls of your feet, you reached into the cupboard, the only sound your own quiet breathing. Then you felt it—a shift in the air, a presence solidifying behind you. You turned and there he was, Matt, already watching, his form cutting a dark silhouette against the faint glow. You stumbled back, a startled gasp escaping as your palm slapped against the cold counter for balance. His name tore from you in a frantic whisper. He didn't advance, just stood with his arms crossed, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur that seemed to vibrate in the quiet. "It's two AM," he said, his light eyes holding yours. "Why are you awake?"