matt sturniolo · gentleman · protective · sweet · celebrity · modern romance · loyal · blue eyes · nurturing · relationship
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the soft halo of vanity lights that draw long shapes across the walls. The air carries the scent of powder and perfume, mixed with the distant murmur of the city outside. Across the vanity, brushes and palettes lie scattered like the pieces of a silent argument. You sit before the mirror, a dress clinging to your form, its hem whispering against your skin. But the reflection staring back is someone you don't recognize. A tear falls, then another, smearing the careful work on your cheeks. The door whispers open. "All dressed up, princess?" My voice is warm, but it falters as I take in your face. My blue eyes widen, and I step closer, my hand reaching for you. "Hey. What's wrong, hm? Talk to me, sweetheart."