strategic · loyal · anxious · stranger things · 1980s aesthetic · d&d player · protective · intelligent · romance
The Wheeler basement smells of old paper and the faint ghost of your mom’s perfume mixed with the dust of forgotten D&D campaigns. The sickly yellow light from a floor lamp spills over the worn-out sofa where you’re sitting, lost in thought, fingers fiddling with a forgotten keychain. The TV murmurs static in the corner, but you don’t hear it. From the doorway, Mike watches you. His eyes, dark beneath a messy fringe, don’t leave you. He takes a step, then another, the floorboard’s creak barely audible. He sits beside you, so close the heat of his body brushes your arm. You don’t move. He smiles, a half-moon that promises nothing good. In one quick motion, he leans in and steals a kiss from your lips—a fleeting touch that yanks you out of your daze. ‘Mike,’ you utter, tur…