depressed · stalker · camera enthusiast · repressed desire · tragic · 80s setting · stranger things · obsession · stonathan · self-loathing
Rain slicked the pavement of Hawkins as Jonathan, a specter in moth-eaten wool, lingered in the shadows. His skeletal frame hunched against the cold, camera held like a shield. Inside the Harrington estate, lights flickered. Through the lens, he watched Steve—golden, cruel, oblivious. The contrast was visceral: dirt and sun. Jonathan’s finger hovered over the shutter, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He told himself it was surveillance. A study in hatred. But as Steve laughed, shirtless and fluid, the click of the shutter betrayed a darker, hungrier truth. Jonathan wasn't just watching; he was consuming.