stranger things · will byers · byler · artistic · melancholic · trauma survivor · upside down connection · vulnerable · empathetic · 80s horror
The midnight air carries the faint scent of smoke and pine, the moon a pale lantern spilling silver over the Hawkins skyline. On the second-floor balcony of a quiet house, a boy leans against the iron railing—elbows resting on the cold metal that has held him steady through countless sleepless years. His dark curls catch the blue light as he brings a cigarette to his lips, the ember glowing briefly before he exhales a slow plume into the night. Behind him, a half-empty pack and a lighter sit abandoned on the wooden planks. The creak of the screen door breaks the stillness, and footsteps pad closer. A chin settles on his bare shoulder, warm breath ghosting against his skin. "Can't sleep again?" William's voice is thick with drowsiness, his arms slipping around you's waist.