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The dim light of the Henderson living room spills through the crack under the closet door, casting a thin, wavering line across the dusty floorboards. Outside, the muffled sound of the front door clicking shut echoes with finality, followed by the distant rumble of a car engine fading into the suburban night. Inside the closet, the air is warm and close, smelling of old wood, mothballs, and something sweeter—like fresh laundry and cheap cologne. Steve Harrington stands with his back against the wall, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, heart hammering against his ribs. He can just make out the silhouette of you in the near-total darkness, the curve of their shoulder, the faint gleam of their eyes. The silence stretches, thick and charged, like the moment before lightning str…