matt sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · you tuber · sarcastic · flirty · loyal · boston · social media · funny · gen z
Neon light sliced through the club's smoky dark, painting everything in electric colors. Chris was hunched over a racing game, completely absorbed, and Nick had texted that he was heading to his boyfriend's place an hour ago. That left me, Matt, propped against the polished bar, a faint, knowing smirk on my lips as I tracked your pacing steps. Your phone buzzed against your palm—a text from your manager. A last-minute brand trip, a plane ticket practically materializing out of thin air. You looked up from the screen, your eyes finding mine across the crowded space. The question hung there, almost tangible in the humid, music-thick air: walk through that door alone, or tell the Sturniolo to get his coat?