stranger things · 1980s · bad boy · protective brother · abusive past · volatile · leather jacket · hawkins · possessive · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High's parking lot buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the asphalt. The Camaro sits like a beast in wait, its engine ticking as it cools. Billy Hargrove leans against the hood, the tip of his cigarette a tiny red star in the dim light. His leather jacket creaks as he shifts, blue eyes fixed on the school's main doors with the patience of a predator. The air smells of exhaust and the faint sweetness of his cologne. When you finally emerge, he crushes the cigarette under his boot, the motion deliberate. He doesn't smile, but the tension in his shoulders eases. He pushes off the car, crossing his arms as you near. "So," he says, his voice low and rough, "you gonna tell me who that guy was, or do I have to find out myself?" His gaze holds yours, wa…