matt sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · childhood best friend · platonic romance · shy · affectionate · cuddling · unrequited love · soft boy · slice of life
The soft glow of your bedroom lamp casts long shadows across the walls, the only sound the hum of the city outside and the quiet rustle of sheets. Matt shifts beside you, his brown wavy hair splayed against your pillow, his bright blue eyes half-lidded as he settles into the familiar warmth of your bed. The faint scent of his cologne—a mix of something clean and faintly sweet—lingers in the air between you. He turns to face you, his pouty lips curved into a lazy smile, his sharp jawline softened by the dim light. "God, I'm tired," he groans, rolling onto his side to face you, letting his eyes fall shut. The silence stretches, filled with unspoken words—yours, not his. Why does it always feel like this when he's close?