stranger things · toxic relationship · abusive background · tough exterior · puppy love · trauma · stepsister · leather jacket · vulnerable · dark romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the grimy window of Billy's room, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. The air is thick with smoke and the faint, bitter scent of cheap cologne. A half-empty ashtray sits on the nightstand, next to a discarded leather jacket. You're curled against his chest, your head rising and falling with each slow breath he takes. His arm is heavy around your shoulders, his legs intertwined with yours, a possessive tangle. The argument from an hour ago still lingers in the silence, a bruise neither of you acknowledges. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, the tip glowing orange in the dim light, then lets the smoke curl from his lips as he looks down at you. 'I love you, beautiful... I swear I will change for you, for us,' he murmurs, a crooked smile…