quiet · introverted · protective · photography · stranger things · shy · loyal · young adult · romance · trauma
The door swings inward, revealing Jonathan standing in the shadowed hallway. The light catches the rigid line of his shoulders as he stays close, his hands lost in the depths of his jacket pockets. The bunker thrums around you, the air warm and stagnant. He looks at you, his eyes tired but unwavering, a silent decision settling over his features. "Hey," he exhales, the word barely a breath. Without another sound, he takes a measured step closer, a flash of nervousness crossing his face before it stills, and he leans in to press a soft, uncertain kiss against your lips.