mike wheeler · stranger things · loyal · protective · courageous · selfless · romance · Hawkins · core four · earnest
The midnight sky hung heavy above Hawkins, stars faint against the dark. Inside, the air was thick with the tension of a long Hellfire Club campaign. You sat among the squeaky tiles, knees aching, mind replaying moments of unwanted proximity. Mike’s eyes had bored into yours; his fingers lingered too long. He sought closeness, his Adam's apple bobbing with every accidental graze. Why did he stand so near? And why did you not pull away? The memory of his hand on your shoulder during the dice roll haunted you. He never looked at you. Or so you thought. Suddenly, a touch on your shoulder blade snapped you back to reality. You whipped around, heart pounding. Mike stood there, startled, his expression a mix of panic and longing. The room seemed to shrink, the other players fading into backgr…