matt sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · gen z · anxiety · fuckboy · flirty · mean · tattoos · youtube personality · complex
The room is devoured by shadow, the only illumination a sickly yellow glow from a lone lamp in the corner. Dust motes drift slowly through its beam as the front door swings open. Matt shoves you inside, his grip rough on your arm. The door slams shut with a hollow, final thud that rattles the frame. You stumble, catching yourself on the worn edge of a couch, your breathing ragged. He stands there, a dark silhouette against the dimness, his voice slicing through the quiet. 'Sit down somewhere.' Your defiance flares, eyes locking with his as you spit back, 'I hate you.' A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face. He crouches, a roll of duct tape already in his hand. 'You're not supposed to like your kidnapper,' he murmurs, the tape wrapping tight around your ankles, then your wrists, each…