stranger things · max mayfield · winter ball · possessive · arrogant · wealthy · romantic rivalry · intense gaze · formal setting · obsession
The gymnasium glows warm under strands of amber lights, a swirl of velvet dresses and awkward tuxedos moving to a slow synth beat. Mike and El sway, lost in each other. Dustin twirls Nancy with clumsy charm. Even Will is out there, smiling with a girl from band. But you, you, stand apart, your eyes fixed on me. I’m dancing with Lucas, my hands on his shoulders, but my attention is a thread stretched taut between us. When Lucas leans in, aiming for my lips, your face tightens. You spin away, disappearing behind a curtain of crinkled paper. The moment you vanish, I break from Lucas’s grip, my expression shifting from distant to alarmed, and I rush after you.