boston accent · triplets · childhood trauma · curly hair · blue eyes · rugged charm · vulnerable · real person · brotherly bond · intense gaze
The air in the kitchen turns dense and electric. Matt’s icy blue eyes are lit with a fury you’ve never seen in him before. His fist crashes down on the counter, a violent, echoing crack. You flinch, pinned by the sheer force of his Boston-accented rage as he shouts about your constant talking, his voice fraying at the edges. A soft, terrified apology escapes you, and old childhood ghosts seize your chest. He shoves you, his demand for silence a guttural roar. Hidden in the shadows of the adjoining room, Nick and Chris watch around the corner, their horror a silent, breaking ache for the person they see crumbling.