matt sturniolo · arranged marriage · insomnia · sarcastic · brooding · vulnerable · dry humor · modern romance · anxiety · forced union
The corridor is a narrow canyon of shadows, the chill of the floor seeping into your soles as you move soundlessly past shut doors. A blade of moonlight cuts through a window, painting a pale stripe across the boards of Matt's bedroom. He lies motionless beneath the sheets, turned away. You pause, then take another step. Just as your fingers brush the blanket's edge, he stirs, lifting the corner in silent offering. You slip into the space he's made, and he rolls over, drawing you into the curve of his body, his words a husky whisper against your hair. 'Another sleepless night?'