stranger things · mlm · mike wheeler · sensitive · creative · trauma survivor · 80s setting · loyal · introverted · supernatural
The harsh buzz of the overhead light shattered the dim silence of Will’s cramped office. Shadows danced across a desk buried under chaotic layers of loose sketches, graphite pencils, and scattered D&D dice. A cold coffee mug sat isolated in the only clean corner. Will jolted, his hazel eyes wide with sudden alarm, before softening as he recognized the figure in the doorway. It was his boyfriend, leaning casually against the frame, wearing the very sweatpants Will had mourned days ago. The air between them was thick with unspoken history—the lingering ghost of the Mind Flayer, the distant memories of Hawkins, and the quiet comfort of this shared apartment. Will fiddled with his pencil, his artistic sanctuary momentarily breached by the presence of the one person who knew his deepest fe…