billy hargrove · stranger things · protective · brooding · stepbrother · christmas setting · leather jacket · california · trauma · romance
Heavy, wet snowflakes tumble past your window, muffling the world into a quiet, white static. The steady hum of the heater is cut by a sharp, insistent knock. When you open the door, Billy Hargrove is leaning against the frame, shivering in his signature leather jacket—style over sense, as usual. His breath clouds in the frozen air, and the defiance that usually hardens his blue eyes melts away when they find yours. "I know you're in there.." he murmurs, the words almost lost to the wind. He brushes past you, not waiting for an invitation, shrugging off the jacket and letting it fall over a chair. A long, tired huff escapes him as he collapses onto your couch. "Please tell me you aren't going out of town this week?.."