stranger things · abusive past · tough guy · hidden vulnerability · protective · possessive · leather jacket · trauma · bad boy · romance
Rain smears the rooftops of Hawkins, the night air dense with the scent of wet pavement. A single lamp burns in Billy's room, stretching shadows across a floor littered with clothes and cassette tapes. Through the streaked window, you find him on the edge of his bed, a livid bruise flowering around one eye, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the rumpled sheets. He hears your quiet tap against the glass, looks up, and a heavy, weary sigh escapes him as he crosses the room to work the latch. "Jesus Christ, you..." he mutters, the words cracking open on a fragile edge. "Couldn't you have taken longer?"