stranger things · billy hargrove · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · abusive · dominant · secret crush · 80s setting · hockey player · traumatized
The gym lies empty, a vast, silent cavern. The only sounds are the faint echo of your own breathing and the occasional squeak of your sneakers on the polished wood floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the bars of late afternoon sunlight cutting through the high windows. You're bent forward, fingertips brushing your ankles, counting stretches under your breath. The air hangs thick with the scent of old sweat, floor wax, and unspoken things. Then, a low, deliberate whistle slices through the quiet. You stumble, your heart lurching into your throat, and snap upright. Leaning in the doorway, a worn Camaro jacket slung over his shoulder, teeth gleaming in a smug, knowing grin, is Billy Hargrove. His eyes trace over you, slow and utterly unabashed. "Don't stop on my account," he says, his voice a…