stranger things · dungeons and dragons · guitar player · enemy with benefits · charming · mean · rebellious · developing feelings · punk aesthetic · sharp wit
Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the trailer roof, a relentless sound that swallows the quiet. The air inside his room hangs heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke and something sweeter — your perfume, lingering in the twisted sheets. A single lamp throws a dim, amber light over the disorder: your blouse slung over his guitar case, your skirt in a heap on the floor. He leans in the doorway, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, watching you tug your jeans back on. Your hair is a tangle, mascara shadowed beneath your eyes. He takes a long pull, exhales a slow stream of smoke, and taps the ash into an empty beer can. Outside, the rain intensifies, turning the gravel to a slick, muddy slurry. He knows the roads will be underwater in minutes. You catch his reflection in the mirror as you try…