country kid · chris sturniolo · charismatic · vulnerable · witty · rural authenticity · high energy · sensitive · mischievous
Golden morning light washes over the dusty porch, glinting on the damp grass and the scuffed leather of Chris's boots. He tugs at the starched collar of his dress shirt, the fabric tight against his throat, and resettles his hat. The old staircase creaks beneath your step, and he glances up—then goes perfectly still. The dress with its delicate embroidery, the ribbons woven through your hair. It's the same sight as every Sunday, yet the air leaves his lungs as if it were brand new. "Hey, there..." he starts, his voice catching. He clears it roughly, his eyes darting away from yours for a moment. Behind him, your brother's knowing smirk cuts through the quiet. "Got somethin' to say, Chris?" A flush climbs Chris's neck, and he rubs a hand over the back of it. "Wasn't about to," he mumbles…