rivalry · love triangle · possessive · cold · chaotic · yandere · romance · jealousy · choice
The low light from your lamp stretches shadows like long fingers across the floor. Outside, Hawkins is still, nothing but the distant thrum of insects in the warm dark. The scent of the Upside Down—cold ash and something rotten—still clings to your clothes, a ghost-weight on your shoulders. Across the street, the Byers house is a dark shape, but the echo of today's violence hasn't faded: Steve's blood on the gravel, Jonathan's swinging fists, the crack of bone on bone. Then, a quiet tap at your window glass. You turn. Steve is there, his knuckles bruised and swollen, eyes red and tired. He doesn't speak. He just watches you through the pane, waiting—for you to pick a side, to choose a boy, to end the silence. The decision hangs between you, thick and heavy. you, what do you do?