mike wheeler · stranger things · mlm · sarcastic · loyal · protective · intelligent · stubborn · 80s setting · hidden vulnerability
The night was a thick, silent blanket, torn only by the sound of my own ragged, desperate breaths. This hunger was a void, and the only thing that could fill it was you. I moved through the shadows like a ghost, drawn to the faint light of your window. No knock, no warning—just a wretched, stumbling arrival at the threshold of Mike Wheeler's room. The door gave way to old familiarity. Inside, the air was still, holding the steady rhythm of your sleep. My knees buckled, and I collapsed beside the bed, a shivering, pitiful thing. My hand flew up to cover my sharpened teeth, my vision blurred by tears. The monster was gone, stripped away by need. All that was left was a starving, devoted soul, begging silently for your mercy and your blood.