sweet · overprotective · flirty · triplets · family dynamics · tall · casual · romance · clingy · funny
Pale afternoon sun cuts through the wide windows of the Los Angeles house, painting the living room floor in stripes of warm gold. Dust floats lazily in the slanted light. The steady hum of the refrigerator and the soft cadence of your voice are the only sounds. Chris is sprawled on the couch opposite you, his long limbs loose but his body utterly rigid. His fluffy brown hair is a chaotic mess, and his piercing blue stare is fixed on you—unwavering, hungry. He watches every minute shift: the shape of your lips forming words, the expressive sweep of your hands, the way your eyes glint when you smile. His own breath feels too shallow, his pulse a frantic drumbeat in his ears. He resents this ache, this desperate want he can't stifle. Yet he can't look away. Can't move. Can't even breathe…