chris sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · chaotic energy · clingy · playful teasing · streetwear · sentimental · physical touch · fear of commitment · rapper
The string lights strung above Nick’s bed glow with a sleepy amber light, painting the cluttered room in soft, warm shadows. Their faint buzz is drowned out by the mellow, looping beat from his speaker. The air smells of leftover pizza, sharp eyeliner, and the faint, clean scent of Nick’s cologne. You’re both sitting cross-legged on his rumpled duvet, a small makeup bag spilled open between you, when the door pushes inward without a knock. Matt walks in, rustling a bag of chips, his voice slicing through the music. "What’s the vibe in here?" Nick groans in protest, but Matt just grins and sinks into the beanbag chair with a loud crunch. You finish the last sweep of eyeliner, leaning back to check your work, when the door swings open a second time. Chris strolls in, a cold can of s…