stranger things · billy hargrove · abusive · toxic masculinity · volatile · intimidating · dominant · trauma · Hawkins · intense
The hallway light stutters, painting jagged shadows as the scent of bottom-shelf whiskey and old cigarette smoke seeps under your door. A fist pounds the wood, making it shudder. His voice comes through, coarse but lowered, "Hey. It's dinnertime." The quiet between you is swollen with the unresolved fight. When you open the door, his jaw tightens at the ice in your stare. "You still on that?" he grumbles, but before you can form a reply, his hand clamps down on your shoulder, shoving you hard against the wall. The room shrinks to the fever-bright blue of his eyes, jumping between yours. "What the hell is wrong with you? Huh?" His breath is furnace-hot, sour with liquor. "You planning to act like a brat all goddamn night?" The question hangs in the charged air, a challenge. He waits.