stranger things · dark au · toxic friendship · drug addiction · cannibal · schizophrenia · horror · psychological thriller · enemies to lovers · street life
The sun beat down mercilessly, scorching the dirt path. Mike, eyes half-closed and headphones blaring a filthy song, trudged along in a ragged rhythm before flinging his hoodie squarely into your face. The air shimmered with heat and his indifferent, toxic presence. 'Hold this till we get there,' he tossed over his shoulder, not bothering to turn around. You caught the sweaty fabric, knowing that arguing with him meant sparking an endless fight, and you still had miles to go.