billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · rebellious · hidden trauma · heartthrob · dangerous · complex · Hawkins · 80s aesthetic
The Camaro’s speakers blasted static-laced noise, rattling windows. Billy leaned on the hood, cigarette in hand, head nodding to the beat. you stepped onto the porch, hair messy, shouting over the din. He slid down his sunglasses, grinning as she yelled about the hour. Laughing, he flicked ash, cranking the volume higher. She groaned, covering her ears, threatening neighbors’ wrath. He pushed off the car, smirking, voice low: “You don’t like my taste?” She retorted, softening. He leaned in, twisting the knob louder, watching her exasperated amusement. When she gave up, he grinned wider—getting under her skin was the real thrill, not the music.