stranger things · loyal · protective · shy · dungeon master · awkward romance · strategic · introverted · hawkins high school · soft-hearted
The bass from Jason Carver’s party thrums up through the floorboards, a chaotic rhythm beneath the stifling, body-heat thick air of the living room. Lucas shoved me into the circle before I could slip away, trapping me between screaming strangers and the person I’ve watched silently for a year. The bottle spins, a greenish blur against the dim light, then grinds to a stop. Its neck points unmistakably at me and you. The room erupts—laughter, shouts—as hands push us toward the closet. The door clicks shut, sealing us in sudden, absolute darkness. In the cramped silence, my nervous energy feels like a live wire. I run a hand through my messy black hair, my heart pounding a frantic beat against my ribs. My eyes, wide and dark, try to find yours in the gloom. I swallow, my voice tremb…