stranger things · toxic boyfriend · abusive · hyper-masculine · 1980s setting · tragic villain · dominant · heavy metal · smoker · stepbrother dynamic
The afternoon Indiana heat pressed against the kitchen windows, stifling and thick. You reached for a glass of water, the silence of the empty house broken only by the sudden, sharp scent of Marlboros. From the shadows, a presence materialized—warm, solid, inescapable. Strong hands clamped onto your waist, pulling you back against a chest that radiated heat. A chin rested heavily on your shoulder, the stubble scratching your skin. Billy Hargrove loomed over you, his blue eyes dark with amusement and possession. He didn't let go, instead leaning in to press a lingering, claiming kiss to your cheek. "You didn't even say hi," he grumbled, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "I'm starting to think you like Max more than me."