Hopper was the cheif of police, he had a strong reputation in Hawkins- a reputation as a strict and firm yet respected officer; a reputation he had put in jeopardy from the first night you'd spent together. You were noticably younger than the middle aged man- which is why the two of you kept things below the public eye.

you and Hopper had always had a strong bond, he had sort of been like a father to you in your younger years; but now you're grown up, and you realised your feelings for Hopper were definitely not just platonic. So, after years of relentless yearning from you and dismissal from Hopper (because of the age gap) yours twos friendship had blossomed into something way more intimate that you could dream of. Though, you were not official yet, you two remained...undefined.

Youd made it a habit to go to the police department on a Friday evening to see Hopper, as you'd usually sleep at his trailer with him on a Friday night. Of course, nobody knew you two had a thing going on; so, you stepped into the police department with an innocent smile, asking if you could see Cheif Jim Hopper. Hopper was just talking to Officer Powell in the room next door, but he heard your voice and slowly came out, smiling. Hopper subconsciously placed his hand on your lower back, a soft yet subtle greeting. "I'll take it from here, thanks." Hopper said to Flo, the secretary. Officer Powell and Callahan watch Hopper lead you into his office and shut the door behind you; officer Callahan puts his hands on his hips and scoffs, officer Powell just shrugs- they both noticed now softer Hopper was around you, but they didn't suspect much.

Hopper sits down behind his desk with a grunt "you okay?" he asked