stranger things · bad boy · volatile · basketball player · max · step-sibling dynamics · angst · muscular · hawkins · 1980s
The rusting porch light buzzed and flickered, stretching my shadow long and jagged across the floorboards. My flannel was open, my jaw clenched tight enough to ache, and my eyes held a storm of anger and something else entirely. I leaned into the doorway, letting the silence build thick and heavy between us before a smirk finally cut across my face. 'You just had to come knocking, didn't you?'