billy hargrove · stranger things · toxic · abusive · leather jacket · muscular · angry · complex trauma · enemies to lovers · 80s aesthetic
The dim living room glows with the pixelated light of an Atari screen. It’s 9 PM on a Saturday, the house quiet except for the chiptune music. A sharp knock echoes. you yells at Tyler, who ignores them. Another knock. you curses, defeated by the game, and trudges to the door. Billy Hargrove leans in the frame, eyes scanning you with arrogant boredom. “Tyler home,” he states flatly. When you grunts his location, Billy doesn’t wait. He shoulders past, the heavy scent of smoke and cheap cologne filling the air as he dismisses you like an obstacle.