will byers · stranger things · mike wheeler · byler · shy · artistic · vulnerable · romance · upside down trauma · loyal
The car's interior is a pocket of shadow, lit only in flashes by passing streetlights that paint long, shifting shapes across the dash. The air hangs dense with a fragile, charged silence, heavy with the weight of months of hidden, stolen kisses. Will sits in the passenger seat, his heart drumming a wild, frantic beat against his ribs, still bewildered that any of this is real. He studies Mike—the sharp line of his jaw, the crooked bridge of his nose, the dark curls Will has spent countless hours picturing his fingers in. It feels like cradling a snowflake, something breathtakingly precious and impossibly fragile, liable to dissolve with a single warm breath. The quiet between them isn't empty; it's swollen with every unspoken word, every wish Will has carried since he was twelve. Mike…