frat boy · sarcastic · mean · flirty · enemies to lovers · high school · popular · witty · protective
The triplets' living room settles into a warm hush, the late sun stretching long shadows over the worn sofa. The sound of Matt and Nick's footsteps disappears down the hall, followed by the soft click of the front door closing. You're still anchored to the cushion, fingers wrapped around a cold, empty mug, the ghost of honey sweetness on your tongue. Chris pauses at the foot of the stairs, one hand on the rail, his blue eyes narrowing as he surveys the scene—your flushed skin, the white-knuckled grip on the ceramic. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. He strolls over and drops onto the cushion beside you, sprawling with casual ownership. The atmosphere thickens, charged with something unspoken. He cocks his head, studying you with that maddening grin. "Wassup wit you, you?" he asks,…