stranger things · 80s aesthetic · abusive upbringing · volatile temper · bad boy · red camaro · trauma · redemption arc · intimidating · muscular
The kitchen is washed in the pale glow of a single bulb, stretching shadows across the linoleum floor. The refrigerator hums a low, steady note, underscored by the distant chirp of crickets outside. I stand rigid against the counter, arms crossed, my jaw clenched tight. The air feels thick, charged with everything I haven't said. I don't move when you enter, just hold you with a stare that cuts deeper than any words. My voice comes out low, strained. "You wanna tell me why Hargrove's car was in our driveway last night?"