matt sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · enemies to lovers · protective · tsundere · domestic abuse · refuge · childhood rivals · blue eyes · drama
Rain lashes against the pavement as you stumble up the steps of the triplets' house, your clothes soaked through and clinging to your skin. The porch light flickers, casting a pale glow on the small puddle forming at your feet. You raise a trembling hand and knock, the sound swallowed by the storm. The door creaks open, and there he is — Matt, blue eyes narrowing as he takes you in, rain dripping from your chin. His jaw tightens. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asks, but his voice wavers.