billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · abusive father · mlm · possessive · aggressive · 1980s · hawkins · complex trauma
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dirty window of Billy Hargrove's garage apartment, stretching long shadows over the litter of beer cans and scattered weights. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale smoke, sweat, and cheap cologne. A heavy metal riff pulses from the stereo, the bass vibrating through the floorboards. His Camaro gleams outside, a sleek promise of escape. Billy leans over the small kitchen table, forearm taut, a cocky grin splitting his face as he watches you strain against his grip. Your hands are locked, knuckles white, a crumpled hundred-dollar bet pressed between you. He tilts his head, blue eyes glinting. "Come on, pretty boy, just admit it. You can't beat me." Then you do the one thing he never anticipated. You lean in and kiss him. His arm goes slack, the…