The strong and attractive way it held his slender body.
The green grass and leaves, the warm orange sun glistening upon it like a god.
The small, quick whisper of its plump, pink lips.
And the sweet and elegant way it gazed at y/n made them swoon.
hard.
"ohmygod-" a light pink flushed their cheeks as they whispered.
Without realising y/n made their way foward, drawn to it like a magnet. Time slowed as the wind swept magestically through their hair, birds songs becoming the only song of nature to be heard. Y/n's heart fluttering just as much as their butterflies as they got closer. Another step. Crunching of leaves became more predominant. Another step. Slight movements of the handsome creature become more dreamy. One last step. I'm finally there, right in front of the demogorgon, face to face.
