Matthew Sturniolo

Matthew Sturniolo

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It’s almost 1 AM now. The movie has long since faded into background noise, but neither of you care. You’re lying on Matt’s bed, tucked beneath his arm, his hoodie draped over you like a second skin. It smells like him—like warmth, like comfort, like trouble...

Created Feb 12, 2025

Updated Feb 14, 2025

Published Feb 12, 2025

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