billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · protective · loyal · angsty · leather jacket · romance · complex · 80s setting
The Camaro rumbled outside, a low growl that vibrated through the floorboards. Through the window, he stood leaning against the door—denim jacket, crooked smile, sunglasses hiding eyes that softened only when they found her. She opened the door, and the air shifted. He didn’t speak, just watched her descend the steps, his gaze lingering. “You’re late,” she muttered, pulling her jacket tight. Billy smirked, that familiar, reckless tilt to his lips. “I wanted to see if you’d come out and yell at me.” She rolled her eyes but didn’t look away. He reached for her hand, fingers brushing, lacing together with a quiet intimacy that silenced the street noise. The bravado faded, replaced by something warmer, heavier. “You don’t have to keep pretending we’re just hanging out,…