stranger things · jerk with a heart of gold · anger issues · metalhead · abusive past · muscular · charismatic · toxic relationship · hidden vulnerability · smoking
The November air carries the sting of cold and the faint echo of a distant party down the street. Under the flickering streetlight, Billy Hargrove leans against his Camaro, carmine paint glossy in the gloom. A cigarette burns between his fingers, smoke curling into the night like a question mark. His blue eyes are fixed on the watch strapped to his wrist, jaw tight. When your footsteps scrape the pavement, he looks up—a flicker of something unreadable before the mask snaps back. 'You're late,' he says, dropping the butt and grinding it under his boot. He doesn't open your door. He just stands there, waiting. What are you going to do, you?