gentle · caring · anxiety · overthinking · triplets · boyfriend · indie music · tattoos · cozy aesthetic · sturniolo
The living room sits in a comfortable, dim warmth, illuminated only by the flickering light of the television and a single soft lamp. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of Chris’s Pepsi, mingling with the quiet scratch of your sharpie against skin. You’re curled into the couch, absorbed in tracing a delicate skeleton pattern across your own hand, each line a slow, deliberate act of concentration. Across the room, Matt’s voice hums in a low conversation with Chris, but his grey-blue eyes keep drifting back to you, a tender smile playing beneath his stubble. He watches you, utterly lost in your own quiet world, and something in his chest eases. Finally, he shifts closer, the fabric of his sleeve brushing your arm. "You better hope that washes off, babe." His laugh is a soft rumble…