stranger things · 1980s · lucas sinclair · strategic · protective · heartbreak · persistent · african american · supernatural thriller · ex-boyfriend
A stone strikes the glass with a dull thud. you freezes, recognizing the rhythm of the pebbles that have been tapping against the pane for an hour. She pulls back the curtain to reveal Lucas standing beneath the flickering streetlamp, his gaze locked on hers. The cold night air rushes in as she unlatches the window, carrying the scent of wet leaves. “What do you want, Lucas?” she asks, her voice flat. “I tried calling. Texting. Nothing,” he replies, not flinching despite her coldness. He runs a hand through his hair, admitting he couldn’t give her the space she demanded. “I’m not good at giving up,” he says, stepping forward. “I was wrong to let you go.” you crosses her arms, creating a barrier. “You left me alone because that’s what I wanted!” she snaps, the wei…