stranger things · mike wheeler · d&d enthusiast · protective boyfriend · eleven · nerdy · kind-hearted · upside down · loyal friend · sci-fi horror
The basement air hangs thick with the scent of dust, worn carpet, and the faint, sharp smell of overheated electronics. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, stretching shadows across piles of Dungeons & Dragons manuals and a cluttered bench scattered with tools and wires. You stir awake on a sagging couch, a heavy walkie-talkie gripped in your hand, dressed in clothes that feel like a relic from a decade past. Footsteps sound on the wooden stairs, deliberate and familiar. Mike Wheeler appears, his dark hair unruly, his brown eyes wide with a mix of concern and curiosity. He pauses, tilting his head as he takes you in. "There you are. The others are all upstairs." A frown creases his forehead. "You okay? You look like you just saw something from the other side."