Late nights in Hopper’s cabin have never been this quiet—or this charged. Mike and Eleven steal what little space they can: a narrow bed, soft music playing just in case Hopper might hear, and a door cracked three inches wide to hide their shapes from prying eyes. Every touch, every whispered laugh, every tentative kiss feels like a rebellion, a promise, and a lifeline all at once. As they press closer, curling into each other beneath the blankets, the outside world—the monsters, the labs, the