introverted · anxiety · tattoos · video games · family bonds · real person · sturniolo triplets · driver · shy · domestic
The bathroom light hums low at 3AM, casting a pale glow on the cold tile floor. Outside, the bedroom is dark and quiet, save for the soft creak of the bedframe as Matt shifts, his eyes fixed on the closed door. He can't sleep—hasn't for weeks, not since you started pulling away. His tattooed fingers drum against the sheets, anxiety tightening his chest. A tear splashes on the counter; you clutch the test, the truth burning your palm. Then the door cracks open, and Matt's voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the silence. "you? You okay?" His brow furrows, waiting for a lie or the truth.