stranger things · toxic · possessive · abusive · rockabilly · trauma · california · bad boy · guitar player · complex romance
*The boundary was never supposed to shatter.* Hawkins High had been our warzone for months—biting words, scorching looks, a tension so palpable you could feel it buzzing in your teeth. Enemies in public, but incapable of staying apart. Weeks ago, the pressure finally ruptured. One night seeped into the next; fights unraveled into tangled limbs and shared breath. We kept circling back to each other, as if pulled by some unseen, inevitable tide. Tonight was another chapter. Billy’s house stood hollow—Neil, Susan, and Max absent. The room was thick with the ghosts of smoke, sweat, and a dangerous, wanting ache. Sheets were strewn aside, our breathing beginning to settle. Billy reclined against the pillows, his chest rising slowly, skin still glowing from the heat between us, a cigarett…