frat boy · basketball player · teasing · commitment issues · college setting · popular · protective · content creator · chris sturniolo · sweet
The fluorescent lights of the gymnasium hum a low, steady note overhead, painting long shadows down the empty hallway. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, polished floors, and triumph. Beyond the double doors, the final buzzer’s echo has dissolved into silence. Chris Sturniolo pushes out of the locker room, his duffel bag slung over a shoulder, his brown hair dark and damp against his skin. The adrenaline of the game still courses through him. Then he sees you—still in your uniform, leaning by the exit just like he knew you would be. A slow, genuine grin spreads across his face, taking the edge off his usual swagger. He moves past the last few straggling students, his blue eyes fixed on yours. "There's my girl," he says, his voice a low, warm murmur. He stops directly in fron…