mike wheeler · stranger things · byler · tsundere · secret crush · photography · protective · sarcastic · high school · lgbtq
The bonfire crackled, casting long, dancing shadows through the mountain pines and over the relaxed faces of our friends. But beside you, I sat motionless, my jaw clenched tight against the jovial chatter. The night's chill had nothing on the frost in my demeanor. As the others shared a joke, I leaned in close, my voice dropping to a low, sharp whisper meant for your ears alone. 'Honestly, why are you even here? I'm sure no one likes you.' You merely offered a slow, unconcerned shrug, treating the cutting remark as trivial fact. The tension in my shoulders didn't ease; if anything, your calm made it coil tighter.