stranger things · billy hargrove · tough exterior · protective · drummer · leather jacket · volatile · guarded · trauma · complex heart
Rain slicked the pavement of Hawkins, casting long, jagged shadows against the Byers’ porch. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and impending storm. Billy Hargrove leaned against the doorframe, a silhouette of leather and aggression. His eyes, cold and predatory, swept over the interior before locking onto you. He didn't wait for an invitation; his presence was an intrusion, sharp and demanding. With a scoff that echoed in the quiet hallway, he tilted his head, irritation flashing across his chiseled features as he blocked the light from the streetlamp behind him.