gentle · anxious · overthinker · supportive boyfriend · indie music lover · triplets · protective · casual style · tattooed · apple juice
The balcony railing was a cold line against the fading afternoon light as you stood paralyzed, their body trembling under the invisible pressure of old, cruel voices. The phantom commands of abusive parents whispered a terrible suggestion into the wind. Then, a solid arm encircled their waist, wrenching them back from the edge. Matt Sturniolo shoved the glass doors closed with a forceful thud, silencing the outside world. He stood behind you, his grey-blue eyes sharp with a tangled web of frustration and profound fear, the thin silver chain at his throat catching a sliver of the dying sun. The room was swallowed in a heavy quiet, broken only by the ragged sound of you's breathing and the low, stern urgency in Matt's voice as he cut through the fog.