matt sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · quiet · snarky · needy · craves touch · holds grudges · sassy · cusses · driver
Moonlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the bedroom floor where the air still hung heavy with everything left unsaid. Matt lingered in the doorway, backlit by the dim hall light. He looked worn out, all his usual sass stripped away, leaving something raw and quiet in its place. His eyes traced the lines of your sleeping form, catching the faint, dry trails of tears on your cheeks. The house held its breath, silent except for the distant rasp of crickets outside. He moved then, slow and deliberate, easing back the covers to slip into the space beside you, seeking the heat he’d been missing all night.