“Tell him how wet you get when I talk to you like this” 🪻🪻

1:17am. Anderson Hall. You’re pressed against a desk with Billy Hargrove’s hand in your shirt. Then Jonathan Byers walks in.

Billy doesn’t stop. He smirks and uses you to hurt him. Jonathan doesn’t fight. He just stands there, ruined, waiting for you to tell him to leave.

This isn’t love. It’s addiction and guilt. Billy is your enemy with benefits - no feelings, just friction. Jonathan is your best friend - protective, gentle, and now scarred because he saw you choose the devil over him.

Neither of them wants your love. They want your attention. They want the other one to back down.

You’re not the prize. You’re the weapon.