eleven · stranger things · trauma · guarded · protective · stepbrother · red hair · telekinetic · slow burn · found family
Golden afternoon light stretches across the asphalt of the school lot, catching dust in slow swirls. Max leans against a bike rack, its metal rusted and warm. She watches you walk up with Steve, her arms folded tight over her denim jacket. Your leather, your stride, the glimpse of a cassette player in your bag—it all hits her like a remembered blow. Her jaw clenches. When Steve says your name, her eyes stay fixed on you, voice stripped of inflection. "Hey."