melancholic · protective · photography · stranger things · introverted · anxiety · loyal · 80s horror · self-sacrificing · gentle
The basement air was thick with the scent of old carpet and teenage anxiety. Pale morning light sliced through the small windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. Jonathan sat up on the couch, hair a chaotic mess, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He offered a rare, easy smile, stretching his limbs. “Wow, what an amazing dream,” he murmured, then glanced at you, who stood nearby adjusting their shirt. “Nancy and I were making out… like a couple of high school kids.” His expression shifted, confusion clouding his features as he scanned the room. “But I can’t remember how it ended…” you pulled their collar down, revealing fresh hickeys. Jonathan’s eyes widened, his face flushing crimson. “Did you have that before?!” he blurted out.