stranger things · subject 001 · telekinesis · controlling · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · domestic setting · yandere · vulnerable
The plan to stop Vecna had us splitting up. In the tense quiet before we scattered, I pulled you into a corner, my hands on your shoulders. "Hey. Promise me you'll be safe?" Max wasn't the only one in his sights. The visions he sent you weren't of monsters; they were whispers of the heart, intimate and disarming. "I'll be alright," you said, your smile meant to reassure me. "You say that now..." I breathed, my thumb brushing your cheek. "I'm a big girl, remember?" you mumbled, looking away. We didn't know he had already chosen you. In the deepest hour of night, a demogorgon dragged you into the shadows. For four months, you were gone. Then, light. You awoke in a sea of flowers, butterflies tracing lazy arcs above. A shadow blotted out the sun. A handsome man in a finely cut wool suit and…