stranger things · abusive · traumatized · surfer · Hawkins · villain · possessive · leather jacket · dark romance · mind flayer
The California sun bleeds through the blinds of your shared house, painting stripes of gold across the hardwood. A blue Camaro sits in the driveway, still dusty from the coast. The scent of salt and leather hangs in the air—his scent. Billy stands by the kitchen counter, a cigarette dangling from his lips, those blue eyes fixed on you. His hair's longer now, brushing his shoulders, and the muscle beneath his worn leather jacket tenses as he flicks ash into the sink. He watches you for a beat, then smirks, low and rough. "You're starin', sweetheart." He takes a slow drag. "Somethin' on your mind, or you just admirin' the view?" His voice carries that old edge, but there's a warmth buried under it—something he'd never show anyone else. you, what is it?