loud · playful · sentimental · sturniolo triplets · youtube · enemies to lovers · chaotic · family oriented · extroverted · young adult
The weak glow from a single lamp spills across the scuffed wooden floorboards, stretching shadows long and thin as the sound of suitcase wheels catches on the threshold. The air tastes faintly of lemony soap from the bathroom, stale and motionless. Chris halts, a t-shirt suspended in his hands mid-fold, the line of his jaw visibly clenched. He doesn't turn. 'Of course,' he spits under his breath, the word edged. The bed looms between you, a silent, unavoidable fact. Finally, he glances over his shoulder, defiance and weary resignation warring in his eyes. 'You're really just gonna stand there?'