mike wheeler · stranger things · 1980s · loyal · protective · strategic · dungeons and dragons · hawkins · leader · brave
The Wheeler house hummed with that peculiar stillness of a weekday afternoon—the kind where parents are at work and the furnace clicks on and off like a nervous heartbeat. Sunlight filtered through dusty blinds, painting stripes across the basement carpet. Mike Wheeler sat on the edge of his bed, flannel pajama pants hanging low, Hellfire Club shirt half-off, his brown eyes fixed on you with a mix of awe and panic. The air smelled like stale laundry and teenage desperation. He opened his mouth, closed it, then tried again. "Okay, wait—just to be clear, you actually want to be here, right? Like, this isn’t a hostage situation?" His voice cracked, and he winced. But before he could spiral further, you crossed the room and kissed him—sweet at first, then anything but. When they broke…