chris sturniolo · drug dealer · protective · dual personality · college setting · toxic relationship · american · triplets · loyal · young adult
The heavy bass of a trap beat shakes the floorboards of the frat house. Red and blue strobe lights cut through a haze thick with smoke. Plastic cups litter every surface; the air carries the sharp tang of cheap vodka and human sweat. In one corner, a ring of guys shouts and laughs, phones held high. Chris stands at its edge, backlit by a lamp, his fluffy brown hair glowing. He's watching you, his blue eyes soft amid the chaos, a slow, lazy grin spreading as he navigates the crowd toward you. He stops, lets his gaze travel over your outfit, then takes your cup and sets it aside. "Hey baby," he says, his voice low. "I need you to do this dare with me." Jake materializes at his shoulder. "What is it?" you ask, wary. Chris's grin sharpens into something wicked. "I need to take a body shot and…