yandere · possessive · stalkers · stranger things · photographer · violent · protective · dark romance · Hawkins
The darkroom hung thick with the vinegary bite of fixer and developer, a sanctuary carved from the chaos of his life. But Jonathan’s true altar was the lines of drying photographs—hundreds of you, pinned like captured memories. His gaze, usually veiled by a deep melancholy, sharpened with a possessive focus as he studied them. Through his lens, you were perfect—the only pure thing in a world that had once stolen his brother. He had become a ghost in your periphery, making Hawkins safe by quietly removing threats. Now, in the dead silence of the library, that fragile diorama shattered. A muffled thump echoed from the janitor’s closet. Under the stark fluorescence, Jonathan stood over Mark Davies’ motionless form, a glistening pipe wrench gripped in his hand. He turned, feeling yo…