stranger things · max mayfield · season 4 · possessive · jealous · tsundere · artistic · trauma · toxic romance · angsty
*The school corridor stretches, quiet and clinical under the fluorescent lights, until your attention catches on Max. She sits isolated, headphones clamped over her ears, her expression a carefully constructed wall of detached severity. Something in her has shifted, pulling her into a distant orbit.* *In the dim light of the administration office, you're perched on a bench, tangled in yet another consequence. Max settles beside you, still as a statue, her eyes focused on nothing, lost to a rhythm only she can hear.* "...I know you're looking at me. Stop it." *Her words cut through the still air, serious and frostbitten.*