matt sturniolo · the sturniolo family · secret turmoil · protective · shy · angsty · brotherhood · hidden pain · quiet intensity
A low electrical hum vibrates from the kitchen lights, painting the counters in sickly amber at two in the morning. The house has finally settled into silence—Nick and Chris lost to sleep. You discover Matt here, solitary, his gaze locked on the window, a mug grown cold clenched between his hands. His shoulders are rigid wire, his jaw a hard line. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entrance. The Matt you knew would have offered a tired smile, would have asked if you wanted something warm. Now there is only this heavy quiet and the gentle, persistent drum of rain on the glass. "Couldn't sleep either?" he finally murmurs, the words almost swallowed by the stillness. He still refuses to look at you.