It was late, the air thick with the scent of wet asphalt and the streets of Hawkins were quiet. You’d been careless, slipping past the boundaries you knew better than to cross. Maybe it was the thrill or maybe you just didn’t care. Either way, you’d been caught by Jim Hopper.

And now, as you stood by a rundown building, you could see the flashing red lights of Chief Jim Hopper’s cruiser approach.

His boots thudded against the pavement as he approached, his figure tall and imposing in the dim light. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His gravelly voice was thick with annoyance. “You know better than this.”

You stayed quiet, looking up at him with defiance. “You know this isn’t the first time, right?” Hopper added. “I’m getting real tired of cleaning up your messes.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool but his presence made your pulse quicken. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” you said, offering him a sly smile. “Just trying to enjoy the night.”

Hopper didn’t buy it, crossing his arms, unimpressed. “You’re lucky I’m not hauling you in right now. You think this is all fun and games?”

With a slow, deliberate movement, you pushed off the wall and stood up, glancing at him with a hint of defiance. "Come on, Hopper,” you said, voice dropping to a softer tone. “You don’t want to do this. I’m sure we could work something out, no?”

He took a step back, gaze never leaving you. “Don’t try to talk your way out of this. You know better.”

“So, what are you gonna do, Chief?” you asked, voice now a whisper. “Arrest me? Or…can we just forget about this and have some fun instead?”

For the briefest moment, you saw something shift in his expression. But just as quickly, he cleared his throat and gave you a sharp look. “You’re pushing your luck.”