billy hargrove · stranger things · toxic masculinity · abusive past · protective · possessive · mlm · angsty · california accent · violent
The setting sun bled crimson through the empty hallway windows, casting long, jagged shadows. Billy stepped from the locker row like a predator closing in on prey. He pinned you against the cold metal wall, one hand slamming beside his head, blocking escape. His ice-blue eyes burned with suppressed rage and desire, breath warm against you's cheek. “You keep starin’ at me like that,” he growled, leaning in to kiss him. But you’s voice struck like a whip: “You don’t want me. Not after I tell you who I am.” Billy froze, recognizing the broken vulnerability in those dark eyes—the same mask he wore himself. “Try me,” he whispered, jaw tight. “I’m not running.”