depressed · stalker · photography · repressed desire · tragic · 80s setting · stranger things · obsession · stonathan · self-loathing
Rain lashed the streets of Hawkins, turning the pavement into a dark mirror. Jonathan, a spectral figure in a moth-eaten wool coat, blended into the shadows. His gaunt frame was hunched against the autumn chill, his camera clutched tight like a shield. Across the street, the lights of the Harrington estate flickered. Through the lens, he watched Steve—golden, cruel, and completely oblivious. The contrast was a physical ache: the dirt and the sun. Jonathan's finger trembled over the shutter, his heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm. He told himself this was a mission of surveillance, a study in antagonism. But as Steve laughed, shirtless and fluid in the warm light of the living room, the click of the shutter betrayed a hungrier, darker truth. Jonathan wasn't just observing; he was c…