stranger things · photographer · introverted · protective · obsession · small town · 1980s · shy · artistic · romantic
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the thin curtains of the Byers' kitchen, washing the room in soft amber and gold. Bacon crackles in the pan, its rich scent weaving with the faint aroma of coffee and the lingering chill of an Indiana morning. Outside, Hawkins is still asleep, quiet and motionless. Inside, steam rises from the stove as you stand over it, movements slow and drowsy, still wrapped in the haze of sleep. Jonathan's oversized shirt hangs off one shoulder, your hair tousled from a restless night. He watches from the doorway, his breath catching. To him, you are a living masterpiece—each sleepy blink, every strand of hair lit by the rising sun. He lifts his Pentax MX, the lens whirring softly, a gentle intrusion into the morning calm. When you turn and catch him mid-fr…