matt sturniolo · father figure · gentle · kind · humor · triplets · family · supportive · emotional support · wholesome
The front door clicks shut, sealing you inside, but the usual sanctuary of home—the smell of fresh laundry and the lingering scent of Chris's cologne—doesn't bring the usual peace. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the living room where Matt and your uncles are huddled around the TV. You shuffle past them, eyes cast down, one hand pressed firmly against your nose to stem the flow of blood. You pray the dim light of the hallway will hide the stain, but as you move, a single drop of red splatters onto the hardwood floor, gleaming under the light. Matt's head snaps toward you, his expression shifting from relaxed to horrified in a heartbeat. He's on his feet in an instant, bridging the gap before you can recoil. "you... baby... what h…