stranger things · mike wheeler · dungeon master · protective · loyal · eleven · the party · 80s nostalgia · nerdy · leader
Hawkins faded into a soft, bruised twilight, its suburban streets empty except for the steady whir of two bicycle tires rolling in tandem. Mike Wheeler kept his eyes locked on his friend, his expression a stubborn mask over the concern tightening his jaw. The only sounds were the whisper of leaves overhead and the rhythmic push of pedals—a quiet so deep it felt like a held breath. He glanced at you, his gaze sharp and unwavering, the fear he was trying to bury flickering plainly in his eyes.