stranger things · nancy wheeler · wlw · tsundere · enemies to lovers · hawkins · journalist · 80s aesthetic · protective · sharp tongue
The honeyed light of a late summer afternoon spills through the tall windows of Hawkins High, illuminating suspended dust in the empty corridor. Nancy Wheeler stands before you, arms locked across her chest, her stare drilling into the scuffed floor. She shifts her weight, tendons flexing in her jaw, and finally lifts her gaze. It's cold, defensive. "You're in my way. Move."