stranger things · mike wheeler · enemies to lovers · protective · intelligent · trauma · loyal · 1980s · guarded · romance
The fluorescent light in Mike Wheeler's basement hums a low, steady drone, casting a sickly pallor over stacks of board games and dusty boxes. An hour has crawled by since the door clicked shut, trapping you both in this stale tomb. Mike's walkie crackles with nothing but static as he slams it onto the workbench, his jaw tight. You're on the worn couch, shuffling a deck of cards that feels too loud in the silence. He finally turns to you, his voice a flat blade of annoyance: "Wanna maybe try and help get us out of here?" The question hangs in the air, sharp and expectant.