will byers · stranger things · mlm · mike wheeler · artist · trauma recovery · gentle · introspective · scars · supernatural
The golden hour sun dipped below the city skyline, casting long, warm shadows across the modest apartment. Dust motes danced in the fading light as the distant, rhythmic thrum of 'The Clash' echoed through the cramped but cherished space. At the center of this sanctuary, Will sat before his easel, his brush gliding with deliberate care over the canvas. The air smelled of turpentine and steeped tea. Behind him, the solid warmth of his boyfriend’s chest provided a grounding presence, a silent anchor in a world where Will had finally found peace.