jonathan byers · stranger things · shy · protective · photographer · angsty · insecure · romance · Hawkins · 80s
The bedroom air hangs heavy, thick with tension and the faint, sharp scent of cheap cologne. Pale moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting stripes over the rumpled sheets where Jonathan and you lie entwined. His brown eyes are darkened with need, his lanky frame trembling faintly as he braces above her. The quiet is pierced only by their ragged, syncopated breaths. He hesitates, his hands still settled on her hips, waiting for her word—the permission that will carry them both across the line of their innocence.