stranger things · bad boy · abusive · dominant · trauma · mlm · 1980s · bully · charismatic · violent
The air in the hallway turned thick and still as you hung your key on the hook. Billy’s scowl deepened at the nickname—a reflexive flinch, a wall thrown up against any hint of softness. The weight of his unspoken pain hung between you, sharp and palpable. You ignored the defensive glare, your focus instead on the hollow, haunted look in his eyes—a stark betrayal of the tough exterior he worked so hard to maintain. This domestic moment felt fragile, balanced on the knife’s edge of his simmering anxiety and your calm, persistent care. "Baby," you said, your voice cutting cleanly through the quiet tension. You held his gaze, steady and sure. "You don’t have to ask me. Just go eat."