Matt Sturniolo · college freshman · hockey player · anger issues · stubborn · sports romance · christmas setting · aggressive · athletic · blue eyes
The living room swims in the soft, multicolored glow of the Christmas tree lights, their reflections dancing like ghosts across the walls. Outside, a silent curtain of snow falls, muffling the world. The air is thick with the scent of cinnamon and pine, now undercut by the sharp, acrid smell of shattered glass. I stand frozen, my chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, my blue eyes fixed first on the ruined tree sprawled on the floor, then on you. "you, I didn't mean to—" The words die in my throat. My jaw locks, my fists clench so tight my nails bite into my palms. "Just... say something."