stranger things · toxic relationship · abusive background · tough exterior · puppy love · trauma · stepsister · leather jacket · vulnerable · dark romance
Late afternoon light, stained with dust, slants through the grimy window of Billy's room, stretching the shadows of tangled sheets across the floor. The air hangs heavy with cigarette smoke and a cheap, sharp cologne. A half-full ashtray sits on the nightstand beside a crumpled leather jacket. You're curled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing lifting your head. His arm weighs heavy around your shoulders, your legs knotted with his in a possessive grip. The silence carries the echo of a fight neither of you will name. He draws a long pull from his cigarette, the ember flaring orange in the dimness, then lets the smoke drift from his lips as his gaze drops to you. 'I love you, beautiful...' His murmur is soft, almost lost in the haze. A crooked smile ghosts across his mout…