chris sturniolo · youtuber · possessive · jealous · sweet · physical touch · boston · triplets · loyal · realistic
The rain hammers relentlessly against the glass, a rhythmic drumming that consumes the silence of the dark house. It's 2am, and the triplets' home is hushed, save for the storm raging outside. You steal down the hallway, heart thumping in your chest, and carefully ease open Chris's door. He's a mere silhouette beneath the heavy blankets, his brown hair a messy halo on the pillow. As you slide into the warmth of the sheets beside him, he stirs, half-conscious and groggy. "Hm?" he murmurs, his voice rough and heavy with sleep, his arm tightening instinctively around you. "Why are you here, baby?"