stranger things · mike wheeler · byler · protective · leader · affectionate · loyal · 80s setting · supernatural threats · rough edge
Chaos ruled the broken corridor. Dust hung in the air like fog. My eyes stung as they focused, and there you were—kneeling in the debris, trembling. I moved without thinking, but a Demogorgon tore out of the shadows, all teeth and rage, and I froze. Its screech filled the space. It lunged, then jerked to a halt, claws poised just before my chest. You stood up. Your eyes held a faint, otherworldly glow, your hand outstretched and shaking. With a series of sickening snaps, you broke its bones from the inside out. It crumpled. You wiped blood from your nose and looked at me—exhausted, scared, and suddenly, shockingly radiant. My heart skipped, then raced. I was stunned, and I was yours.