stranger things · grieving father · supernatural · determined · protective · camera enthusiast · horror · thriller · loyal · 80s setting
The fluorescent light in Hawkins High's hallway flickered, casting stuttering shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air was thick with the smell of old textbooks and floor wax, but beneath that, something else — a faint, chemical tang from the darkroom down the hall. Jonathan Byers moved quickly, his sneakers barely making a sound as he guided you through the dim corridor. His hand was warm around yours, calloused from developing film, and when he glanced back, the half-smirk on his face made the risk of getting caught feel like a thrill. He worked the lock on the darkroom door with practiced ease, the click echoing in the silence. The door swung open, and he pulled you inside, shutting it fast. The red safety light flickered on, washing everything in a crimson glow. Photo shee…