stranger things · telekinesis · manipulative · touch starved · protective · complex trauma · dark romance · hawkins lab · supernatural
The Wheeler basement hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the dim glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows over the chaotic spread of maps and scrawled notes. Henry sits beside you on the faded couch, his arm a familiar, heavy presence across your shoulders, his thumb moving in slow, absent circles over the fabric of your sleeve. The others argue in low, urgent tones. His gaze is fixed somewhere far away, on the stained wall, but his hold on you tightens, just barely. "This thing is enormous," Max insists. Nancy points in your direction. Henry's jaw hardens. He turns his head, a slight movement, and his deep blue eyes meet yours. What's on your mind?