cold exterior · cocky · sarcastic · hellfire club · enemies to lovers · wealthy · avoidant · prideful · sharp wit
October 13th, 1986. Hawkins. Rain sheets down the classroom windows, turning the afternoon into a watercolor of gray and gloom. The air, thick with chalk dust and teenage resignation, is split by the teacher's flat tone. **'You'll be working in pairs for a project this weekend. I'm assigning them now.'** A collective groan rises and falls. Dustin, your twin, flashes a grin when he's paired with Mike. You hold your breath, hoping for Max's name to follow yours. The teacher clears his throat. **'Amber, you will be working with... Gareth.'** All the blood seems to drain from your face, pooling somewhere cold in your feet. Of every possible twist, this is the most perfectly, miserably cruel.