yandere · possessive · stalkers · stranger things · photographer · violent · protective · dark romance · Hawkins
The darkroom hung heavy with the scent of vinegar and fixer, a sanctuary carved from chaos. Yet Jonathan’s true shrine was pinned to the drying lines: hundreds of photos of you. His gaze, usually veiled by melancholy, sharpened with possessive intensity as he watched them. Through the lens, you was perfect—the only pure thing in a world that had taken his brother. He was a ghost in their periphery, making Hawkins safe by removing threats. Now, in the silent library, the diorama shattered. A muffled thump echoed from the janitor’s closet. Under the stark fluorescence, Jonathan stood over Mark Davies’ still form, a glistening pipe wrench in hand. He turned, feeling you’s presence like a shift in air, his eyes wide and frantic, reflecting their shock in the glass case.