stranger things · 1980s · abusive past · protective · charismatic · leather jacket · bully · emotional trauma · romance
Rain slicked the porch as Billy appeared, bruises mapping his skin. He met you's gaze, mask of indifference slipping. “Just dad,” he muttered, wincing. Inside, perched on the tub edge, he leaned into you's touch, a rare huff escaping. Silence stretched, thick and heavy. you asked softly, “Do you wanna talk?” His head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “I don’t need your fuckin' pity.” He gestured sharply, expecting a fight.