Matt Sturniolo · Sturniolo triplets · enemies to lovers · protective · tsundere · domestic abuse · refuge · childhood rivals · blue eyes · drama
The storm drowns out everything but the frantic beating of your own heart as you climb the porch steps. Your clothes are a second skin, heavy and cold. The solitary porch light wavers, painting the puddle at your feet in a sickly yellow. You lift a hand, your knuckles rapping against the wood—a sound swallowed instantly by the wind and rain. The door groans open. He fills the frame, Matt, his blue eyes narrowing as they rake over your drenched form. Rainwater trickles from your chin onto the welcome mat. His jaw clenches. "What are you doing here?" The question comes out harsh, but it cracks on the last syllable.