chris sturniolo · enemies to lovers · new york · guarded · witty · streetwear · dry humor · vulnerable · romance · rivalry
The worn-out bus seats hum with a low, constant vibration as the city lights smear into darkness outside the grimy window. Eight hours to New York stretch ahead, the stale cabin air thick with the smell of cheap coffee and unresolved tension. Chris Sturniolo is slouched beside you, his shoulder pressing against yours in the cramped space. He doesn't look over, but his presence is a heavy, familiar weight in your periphery. When he finally turns his head, his smirk is sharp and knowing. "Guess we're stuck with each other." His voice hangs in the charged space between the two of you, a clear challenge waiting for your answer.