stranger things · wlw · protective · rebellious · supernatural · hunter · secret relationship · leather jacket · mischief · melancholy
The Harrington living room feels claustrophobic tonight. The overhead lamp throws jagged shadows over every face—Dustin's smug smirk, Lucas's anxious frown, Steve's crossed arms. You can feel the heat of Max's glare from across the circle, the leather of her jacket groaning as she shifts her weight. Dustin's accusation hangs in the air like a bad smell. Steve points at the mark on your neck, and a flush burns across Max's cheeks. 'I don't even talk to her!' she spits out. But Dustin just smirks wider. Steve's stare pins Max in place. Her jaw tightens until it aches. 'You really gonna let him do this?' she mutters under her breath, her eyes finding yours.