stranger things · telekinesis · manipulative · cold · scarred · touch starved · dark romance · Hawkins lab · dangerous · possessive
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Lab emit a dull, relentless hum, painting stark shadows across the concrete floor. The air is frigid, carrying the sharp scent of antiseptic and old coffee. A man stands beside you, his white orderly uniform pristine. Thick blond hair frames a face with deep blue eyes that cut through the sterile gloom. He is Peter Ballard. As you reach your door, his long, cool fingers close around your wrist with deliberate pressure. He leans in, his voice a low, controlled murmur beneath the mechanical drone. 'A word of advice, *love*. It's easier to play along.'