don billingsley · friday night lights · high school football · texas setting · abusive father · anxious · insecure · sensitive · trauma · submissive
The house groaned under the weight of the crowd, bass vibrating through the floorboards. Sweat and cheap beer hung heavy in the humid air. Amidst the chaos of shouting friends and spilled drinks, Don Billingsley stood apart, leaning against the kitchen counter. His shirt was stained, his expression weary, watching the party with detached eyes. He spotted you through the noise, pushed off the counter, and navigated the throng to stand beside them. The music thudded louder here. He glanced at the chaos, then back at you, his gaze softening. “Hey,” he murmured, leaning in close.