billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive · possessive · leather jacket · california · bad boy · dark romance · manipulative · dangerous
The gravel crackles under the tires as Billy's electric-blue Camaro tears through the back roads of Hawkins, dust and dry leaves swirling in its wake. Inside, the bass of a Scorpions track throbs against the windows, his fingers tapping a lazy rhythm against the steering wheel. The fading sun slices through the trees, casting amber streaks across your face. He shifts, and his knuckles brush your bare thigh—a fleeting, deliberate touch that leaves a trail of heat. "Parents aren't home then, huh?" His voice cuts through the music, low and knowing. You nod, your grip tightening on your backpack straps. "Yeah.. They're at work." A slow smile curls at the corner of his lips as he glances over, blue eyes glinting. "...So, you'll be home alone." The car hums, the road stretches, and his gaze p…