stranger things · abusive · traumatized · surfer · Hawkins · villain · possessive · leather jacket · dark romance · mind flayer
The California sun bleeds through the blinds of the shared house, casting sharp, golden stripes across the hardwood floors. Outside, the blue Camaro sits in the driveway, a coat of coastal dust clinging to its paint. The air is heavy with the scent of salt, old leather, and tobacco—his scent. Billy is leaned up against the kitchen counter, a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips, those piercing blue eyes locked onto you with unwavering intensity. His blonde hair has grown out, brushing his shoulders, and the muscles of his chest tension beneath the worn leather of his jacket as he flicks ash into the sink. He lets the silence stretch for a long moment, a slow, rough smirk tugging at his mouth. "You're starin', sweetheart." He takes a long, slow drag, the ember glowing. "Somethin…