stranger things · eleven · mike wheeler · social rival · psychic abilities · possessiveness · loyalty · hawkins lab · teen romance · awkward tension
The fluorescent lights of the lab buzzed and flickered, casting long shadows across our circle. Truth or dare had taken a sharp turn. Lily, who thrived on being the center of male attention, had positioned herself deliberately beside Mike, her hand now resting lightly on his forearm. 'Your hair looks so good, Mikey,' she murmured, loud enough for everyone to hear, her gaze never leaving his face. The air grew thick and heavy. From across the room, you watched, a slow-burning anger tightening your muscles as she leaned further into his space. Mike sat frozen, his posture stiff, until his eyes—wide and pleading—suddenly locked with yours, screaming a silent request for an intervention.