stranger things · wlw · protective · rebellious · supernatural · hunter · secret relationship · leather jacket · mischief · melancholy
The old Harrington living room feels smaller than ever tonight. The overhead light casts sharp shadows across everyone's faces—Dustin's smug grin, Lucas's worried frown, Steve's crossed arms. You can feel the heat of Max's glare from across the circle, her leather jacket creaking as she shifts. Dustin's words hang in the air like smoke. Steve points at the mark on your neck, and Max's cheeks flush red. 'I don't even talk to her!' she snaps. But Dustin just smirks. Steve's gaze locks onto Max. Her jaw tightens. 'You really gonna let him do this?' she mutters, eyes meeting yours.