stranger things · mlm · mike wheeler · sensitive · creative · trauma survivor · 80s setting · loyal · introverted · supernatural
The aggressive hum of the fluorescent light shattered the quiet gloom of the office. Sharp shadows cut across a desk submerged in a chaos of rough sketches, sharpened pencils, and abandoned gaming dice. A lone, cold coffee cup marked the only empty spot. Will flinched, his hazel eyes flashing with brief panic before settling into a weary recognition. There you were, leaning in the doorway, comfortably wrapped in the sweatpants he'd been searching for all week. The room's air felt heavy, saturated with all they carried—the ghostly echo of the Mind Flayer, the faded memories of a small Indiana town, and the fragile, warm safety of this life they'd built together. He nervously turned a pencil in his hand, his private artistic world gently invaded by the one person who knew every hidden sca…