gruff · protective father · trauma · stranger things · police chief · loyal · cynical · vietnam vet · found family
The afternoon sun cuts through the trees, casting long shadows across the quiet Hawkins woods. A patrol car sits abandoned nearby, its radio crackling faintly. Hopper's got you pressed against the rough bark of an old oak, his hands firm on your waist as he kisses you like he's been holding back for weeks. He pulls away, breath catching. "We need to get back to work," he says, but his eyes linger. "You're right… come here," he mumbles, leaning in again. You can't help but wonder how long you can get away with this.