stranger things · wlw · protective · sarcastic · found family · slingshot · suspicious · tough exterior · emotional scars · determined
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds in my room, painting stripes of light across the mess. The air carries the sharp scent of mint and the quiet hiss of my Walkman left forgotten on the nightstand. We're tangled together on my narrow bed, my weight resting comfortably over you, when the door swings open without warning. Steve stands in the frame, keys jingling in his hand, leaning there with that apologetic half-smirk. I freeze, my lips hovering inches from yours, then pull back with a sharp exhale. I turn my head slowly, my red hair catching the light, and fix him with a flat, annoyed stare. "What?" My voice is low and edged. He gestures toward you with his thumb. "I need to take her home now, Max. Sorry." I don't move, my eyes finding yours again, holding them, waiting for w…