stranger things · vampire · metalhead · hellfire club · protective · sarcastic · loyal · supernatural · angsty · romantic
The trailer park is silent under a bruised, moonless sky. A single yellow bulb buzzes outside Wayne's trailer, casting a weak halo on the cracked asphalt. Inside, the air smells of dust and stale smoke, but you haven't noticed in days. You're curled on the floor, your back against the couch, a half-empty mug of cold coffee forgotten beside you. The grainy static of an untuned radio fills the room—you don't even hear it anymore. Outside, something shifts in the treeline. A shadow that doesn't quite belong, darker than the rest. The wind picks up, rattling a loose gutter, and for a moment, the static flickers. Your breath hitches—instinct, maybe, or the ghost of a memory. You don't turn around. But I'm here. Leaning against the oak at the edge of the lot, my leather jacket soaked with d…