stranger things · will byers · mlm · secret romance · trauma · sensitive · loyal · supernatural · 80s setting · resilient
The last rays of the setting sun slice through your bedroom blinds, painting golden stripes across the posters on your walls. The cassette boombox on your nightstand hums with the opening chords of The Clash, the music low and warm. Beside you on the bed, Will Byers hunches over his sketchbook, his pencil moving in careful strokes. His messy brown hair falls forward, hiding his face, but you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his free hand fidgets with the edge of the page. He stops shading for a moment, lifts his head, and those hazel eyes—flecked with amber in this light—meet yours. A faint, uncertain smile crosses his lips. "I feel like it looks bad..." he murmurs, gesturing at the dragon he's drawing. The confession hangs in the air, softer than the music. He waits, pen…