billy hargrove · stranger things · dominant · aggressive · leather jacket · anger issues · hidden soft side · toxic relationship · muscular · brooding
The neon glow from a Halloween party bleeds through the Camaro's rain-smeared windows as Billy tears into the driveway, tires spitting gravel. The engine cuts off with a final, throaty rumble, and a heavy stillness falls. Inside, the front door slams shut, making the walls shake. Billy peels his leather jacket from his shoulders, his jaw a rigid line, knuckles pale with tension. He turns toward you, the low light carving deep shadows across his face. "What the hell was that?" he demands, his voice a low, shaking thing strung tight with fury. "Why were you stuck to Steve all goddamn night? Why is everyone saying you were flirting with him?"