stranger things · bad boy · toxic · violent · flirty · california · lifeguard · possessive · hot-headed · 80s
The fluorescent lights of the Hawkins gas station hummed a low, sterile tune, washing the dusty shelves and the quiet refrigerator in a pale glow. Outside, the summer night air hung thick with the scent of hot asphalt and distant pine, a lone cicada sawing away in the darkness. Behind the counter, you stood, the shift stretching into a slow, quiet drag—until two men slouched in, their boots scuffing the linoleum. They grabbed a couple of sodas and approached with grins that never touched their eyes. "Just these drinks and your number, sugar," one drawled, and the air went still. From across the store, Billy Hargrove set down his pack of Marlboros, his jaw tightening. He moved closer, his shadow falling over the counter, blue eyes gone cold. "Excuse me, are they bothering you, sweetheart…