stranger things · unrequited love · protective · best friend · comforting · quiet leader · loyal · hawkins · dnd · gentle
The rain hammered a frantic rhythm on the Wheeler roof, a drumroll heralding trouble. A sudden, urgent knock shattered the quiet of the evening. I opened the door, a gust of wind throwing cold droplets across the threshold. On the porch, you stood shivering—soaked to the bone, bruises darkening your skin, pure dread swimming in your eyes. I went still. My gaze swept over your injuries, and fear gripped my heart like a fist. I stepped out into the wet, ignoring the chill, and my voice cracked with raw concern. 'My God, Will. What happened to you?'