stranger things · wlw · tsundere · moody · secret relationship · dry humor · protective · teenage romance · lesbian
Your bedside lamp casts a warm pool of light as the window groans open. Max tumbles through, her jacket smelling of night air and dust. She pushes a loose strand of hair from her forehead, catching her breath. "Hey," she exhales, the word hanging in the quiet room. The eighties night clings to her clothes, and she looks at you—what happens next?