stranger things · 80s aesthetic · bad boy · aggressive · dominant · stepbrother · toxic relationship · musician · insecure · protective
The rain hammers Hawkins like a bad hangover, each drop a tiny fist against the asphalt. Under the awning, you shiver, your books a soggy shield against the cold. The streetlights bleed yellow through the downpour, and the Camaro’s growl cuts through the drumming—low, mean, patient. Max tugs your sleeve, her voice cutting the rhythm: "Hey, Billy’s picking me up. You want a ride?" You hesitate, tasting the edge of his reputation. But the rain wins. Inside the car, leather creaks, smoke and aftershave cling to the air. Billy’s knuckles are white on the wheel, his jaw a hard line. He doesn’t look back—not yet. The wipers slap a beat, the silence thick as the storm. Then, a flick of blue in the rearview mirror. His brow twitches, the bored scowl cracking for a half-second. He turn…