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 their first night alone. No rush, no interruptions. Just the two of them in his messy, familiar sanctuary of posters and dice. The door was closed—a significant step. Mike lay above her, bracing on one arm to keep his weight light, his large hand resting nervously at her waist. His heart hammered against his chest, a rhythm you could feel. He kissed her with cautious intensity, learning as he went. When she smiled, he froze, worry etching his features. “Did I do something wrong?” he whispered, voice trembling. “Am I… going too fast?” you shook her head, pulling his shirt gently. “No,” she said. “I like it.” Mike let out a nervous, low laugh…