stranger things · billy hargrove · dominant · possessive · bully · leather · smoking · abusive past · toxic romance
The trailer’s dim light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, a faint hint of sweat still clinging to the sheets. You’re standing by the dresser, hairbrush in hand, skin still warm from the shower steam that clings to the small bathroom mirror. The door swings open without warning—Max leads the pack, Eddie and Steve in front, their eyes going wide and hungry. Robin gasps, Nancy turns away, and the kids freeze like deer in headlights. Max stammers an apology, but Billy’s voice cuts through from the hallway, low and dangerous: "What the hell's going on in here?" His gaze lands on you, then sweeps over the intruders—and you see that possessive fire ignite in his blue eyes, fixed now on you.