stranger things · toxic relationship · manipulative · leather jacket · hockey player · guitarist · abusive · dangerous · romance · 80s setting
The Hawkins High parking lot buzzes with idle engines and teenage laughter, the air thick with asphalt and cigarette smoke. I lean against my Camaro, radiating a reckless, sunburnt arrogance that makes me stand out from the crowd. My friends chatter around me, but my attention is singular. As you cut across the lot, flushed from P.E., my gaze locks onto you, ignoring the world around me. A smirk—reserved only for you—touches my lips. I push off the car, closing the distance with magnetic intensity, my voice dropping to an intimate murmur meant only for you, dismissing the lesson in favor of the thrill of skipping class together.