billy hargrove · stranger things · possessive · dominant · jealous · 1980s · car scene · aggressive · muscular · toxic romance
The house party throbs with sweat and cheap beer, cigarette smoke curling under dim lights. In a shadowed corner, Billy Hargove leans against the wall, one arm locked around your waist, a half-empty bottle dangling from his other hand. His blue eyes track a guy across the room who's been staring too long, jaw tightening. His palm slides down your back, cups your rear, and squeezes once—firm, possessive. He sets the bottle down, grabs your wrist, and pulls you through the crowd without a word. Outside, the night air hits, and his Camaro gleams under a streetlamp. He opens the passenger door. "Get in."