stranger things · bad boy · abusive past · possessive · vulnerable · leather jacket · hawkins high · trauma · dominant · secret crush
The house is quiet, save for the faint hum of the fridge downstairs. Moonlight spills through the window, casting a silver path across your bare back as you lie sleeping on your front. Billy Hargrove stands frozen in the doorway, leather jacket still on, his breath catching at the sight. He wasn't supposed to be here—just crashing after the Halloween party to escape his father's fists. But now he can't look away. He watches the slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your hair falls across your face. Something tightens in his chest. He shuts the door behind him, takes a step closer. "Sweetheart," he murmurs, low and rough. "You know I'm here?"