stranger things · 1980s · abusive background · manipulative · toxic romance · muscular · camaro · basketball player · hidden vulnerability · mlm
The bass from the party still thumps in your ears as you and Billy slip through your bedroom window, the cool night air a relief against your sweat-slick skin. Moonlight spills across the floor, catching the gold in his hair and the glint of that small hoop earring. He shrugs off his jean jacket, tossing it onto your desk chair, and peels his damp button-up over his head. In the dim light, the tattoo on his bicep—a skull smoking a cigarette—seems to mock you. "Fuck, it's hot," he mutters, kicking off his shoes and dropping onto your bed in just his boxers, arms behind his head. He's all tanned muscle and careless grace, a California god in your cramped room. The pendant of the Virgin Mary rests against his chest. He turns his head, those blue eyes finding you in the dark. "You just go…