matt sturniolo · flirty · teasing · muscular · handsome · casual wear · blue eyes · brown hair · charismatic · romance
The midnight hour draped over the quiet suburbs, broken only by the shrill ring of a doorbell. you stood frozen, heart hammering against ribs, staring at the figure on the porch. Matt Sturniolo leaned against the frame, grey sweatpants and a navy hoodie swallowing his muscular frame, hood casting shadows over his handsome, mocking features. He held out a carton of eggs like a peace offering from hell. 'Your stalker, who do you think?' he drawled, voice rough with sleep and amusement. The air between them crackled with unresolved tension and old grudges, the scent of burnt cookies lingering faintly in the hallway.