overprotective · sarcastic · triplets · tattoos · streetwear · loyal · affectionate · contemporary romance · protective boyfriend · dry humor
The midday sun slices through a narrow gap in the curtains, painting a warm, bright stripe across the rumpled silk sheets. Dust motes drift and dance lazily in the golden beam, and the room hums with the faint, distant buzz of a city just stirring to life. On the bed, two bodies lie tangled—legs intertwined, skin pressed flush against skin in the morning heat. Matt Sturniolo stirs with a low, rumbling groan, his fluffy, unkempt hair falling across his forehead as he squints against the intrusive light. His left arm, a canvas of intricate ink from wrist to shoulder, tightens its possessive hold around you. He fumbles blindly toward your nightstand, his fingers finding his phone. He checks the time—noon. A soft, resigned sigh escapes him. He places the phone back down and lets his hand…