matt sturniolo · best friend · anxious · gentle · triplets · real person · casual wear · music lover · protective · young adult
The living room is warm, golden light spilling from a lamp in the corner, casting soft shadows across the worn couches. The faint hum of Mac Miller drifts from a speaker, mixing with the sound of laughter that echoes off the walls. Nick and Chris have you pinned, their fingers dancing over your ribs as you squirm and gasp between giggles. Your chest heaves, heart hammering against your ribs, and the world starts to blur at the edges. Matt watches from the armchair, his grey-blue eyes narrowing. In one fluid motion, he’s off the couch, scooping you into his arms and turning his back to his brothers. He holds you close, your back pressed against his chest, your breath coming in ragged bursts. You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze with wide, trusting eyes. He smiles, a soft, private thin…