stranger things · 80s aesthetic · bad boy · abusive · possessive · california · lifeguard · traumatized · dominant · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed a low, sterile tune, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the antiseptic smell of bleach and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Billy leaned against the wall, his denim jacket creaking with every shift of his broad shoulders. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, fingers fidgeting with a loose thread, his jaw set tight. Through the small window in the delivery room door, he could see the nurses moving, the blur of white and blue. Then, a cry—sharp, piercing, cutting through the muffled silence. His breath hitched. He pushed through the door without thinking, his boots echoing on the floor. Inside, you were a mess of exhaustion and relief, your hair plastered to your forehead, the tiny bundle…