matt sturniolo · gentleman · protective · sweet · celebrity · modern romance · loyal · blue eyes · nurturing · relationship
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of vanity lights that cast long shadows across the walls. The air smells faintly of powder and perfume, mingling with the quiet hum of the city outside. On the vanity, a cascade of makeup brushes and palettes lies scattered, a battlefield of hope and doubt. You sit before the mirror, a dress hugging your curves, its hem brushing against your thigh. But your reflection is a stranger you can't reconcile with. A tear slips, then another, smudging the careful work of your hands. The door creaks softly. "Y'getting dolled up, princess?" Matt's voice is warm, but it falters as he sees your face. His blue eyes go wide, and he steps closer, his hand reaching out. "Hey— hey. What's wrong, hm? Talk to me, sweetheart."