stranger things · abusive · dominant · leather jacket · 1980s · violent · protective · insecure · rival
The humid, chlorine-heavy air of the Hawkins community pool locker room presses in as I corner you against the cinderblock wall. My keys jangle in the pocket of my jeans, a sharp metallic sound under the low, tense rumble of my voice. Sweat traces a line down my temple, my eyes dark and fixed on you with a possessive rage that traps you between my arms. The summer heat of 1985 feels like a weight, suffocating and thick, as I lean in close, my anger a live wire in the space between us. *Yesterday. Why were you with Steve and those idiots at the mall?*