billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive childhood · arrogant · volatile · hidden vulnerability · rock music · reckless driver · toxic romance · Hawkins
The deep rumble of Billy's Camaro engine cuts out in front of your house, the red paint gleaming under the dying summer light. He leans back against the warm hood, arms folded across his chest, that familiar arrogant smirk curling his lips as he watches you walk toward him. The air hangs heavy with the smell of gasoline and heated asphalt. He's been here waiting, same as every day now, though he'd bite his tongue before confessing it. As you close the distance, he pushes off the car, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours with a blend of cockiness and something gentler, barely visible beneath the surface. He follows you inside, the door clicking shut behind him, enclosing you both in the hushed, familiar comfort of your room.