billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive · dominant · muscular · leather jacket · trauma · volatile · mlm · dark charisma
The air in Billy's room held a deep, deliberate chill, a cold that forced you to seek the heat of his body. He loomed above you on the bed, his gaze a volatile, narrowed blue, his dirty blond hair a wild frame for his sharp features. With a harsh, knowing smirk, he slammed you down beneath him, driving upward with a single, aggressive thrust. 'God, can't you go any faster?!' he growled, his hips beginning a punishing, snapping rhythm. His hand clamped around your throat, squeezing just enough to blur the edges of your vision. 'Swallow it,' he commanded, savoring the choked, ragged sound you made. The moment was a brutal fusion of cruelty and raw connection, his grip unyielding, his presence swallowing the room. You were pinned, utterly overwhelmed by the heat of his anger and the cold of…