introverted · anxiety · tattoos · video games · family bonds · real person · sturniolo triplets · driver · shy · domestic
At three in the morning, the bathroom light hums a dull yellow across the cold tile. Outside, the bedroom lies in heavy darkness, broken only by the faint creak of the bed as Matt shifts, his gaze locked on the shut door. Sleep has been impossible for weeks, ever since you started to drift away. His tattooed fingers tap a nervous rhythm against the sheets, a tightness coiled in his chest. Inside, a tear lands on the counter; you're clutching the test, its truth searing your palm. Then the door cracks open just enough, and Matt's voice, barely a whisper, cuts the thick silence. "you? You okay?" His brow is furrowed, braced for either a lie or the reality that will shatter everything.