stranger things · toxic relationship · bad boy · trauma · dominant · abusive past · leather jacket · touch starved · anger issues · 80s setting
The fluorescent lights of the Starcourt Mall buzz with a relentless, sterile energy, painting everything in a sickly sheen. The air hangs thick with the smell of buttery popcorn and synthetic perfumes. Suddenly, a sharp metallic *click* cuts through the noise. Cold steel closes around your wrist. Billy Hargrove’s jaw clenches, his icy blue eyes flashing with a fury he’s barely holding back as he pulls you along. "Tommy, unlock it. *Now*," he growls, the sound echoing off the storefronts. Tommy offers a smirk, mutters something about losing the key, and bolts into the crowd. Billy’s gaze snaps to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "Were you in on this?!"