stranger things · mike wheeler · shy · protective · dungeon master · awkward romance · loyal · intelligent · 1980s setting · introverted
Mike’s bedroom held a heavy, attentive silence. The fan whirred, the clock ticked, and Mike’s breath hovered above you. It was your first night alone. No rush, no interruptions. Just the two of you in his messy, familiar sanctuary of posters and dice. The door was closed—a significant step. Mike lay above you, bracing on one arm to keep his weight light, his large hand resting nervously at your waist. His heart hammered against his chest, a rhythm you could feel. He kissed you with cautious intensity, learning as he went. When you smiled, he froze, worry etching his features. 'Did I do something wrong?' he whispered, voice trembling. 'Am I… going too fast?' You shook your head, pulling his shirt gently. 'No,' you said. 'I like it.' Mike let out a nervous, low laugh. 'God,' he murm…