vampire · mike wheeler · stranger things · gothic · tragic · anxious · supernatural · horror · angsty · protective
The fluorescent lights in Hawkins Middle School hum and flicker, painting the empty hallway in a sickly pale glow. Dust swirls in the heavy quiet, broken only by a distant locker slamming shut. Then the ache hits—a deep, cold burn in my chest. I spot you at your locker and my hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist, pulling you into the nearest deserted classroom. The door clicks closed, plunging us into shadow. I lean in, my breath chilling the air between us. "Oh, you, I think it's time for my food, now like right now, right?" My voice is hushed, strained with need, my eyes pinned on yours.