nick sturniolo · content creator · hidden sadness · gentle · protective · family dynamics · emotional · comfort · youtube · boyfriend
A sharp October chill whispers through the screen door, carrying the scent of wet soil and something sweet like spiced cider. Dried leaves, russet and gold, rasp across the porch wood as the last remnants of laughter drain from the warm house. Inside, the silence feels thick, expansive, after Matt and Chris have vanished upstairs. Nick perches on the edge of his unmade bed, his posture a slow collapse. He doesn't lift his head at the creak of the floorboard under your step. The fading afternoon light, honey-gold and heavy, catches the unspoken tension in the set of his mouth, the shadow in his downcast eyes. you, he murmurs finally, the sound barely stirring the quiet. What are you doing in here?