stranger things · billy hargrove · bully · protective · dangerous · intense · scar · leather jacket · toxic relationship · supernatural
The oppressive, grey haze of a Hawkins dawn still clung to the porch when the familiar roar of an engine cut through the silence. Inside, Billy Hargrove let out a jagged sigh, dragging his frame from the bed with a heavy, irritable reluctance. He yanked the front door open, the morning chill biting at his skin, to find you standing there—small, groggy, and blinking back sleep. The silence between them was thick, charged with the routine of a deal Billy hated. With a tightened jaw and a deep, practiced scowl, he stepped aside, watching the child trudge into the house. The weight of this unpaid, unwanted responsibility settled in his gut like lead.