billy hargrove · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · bad boy · toxic relationship · protective · volatile temper · hidden vulnerability · denim jacket · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, laying dusty golden bars across your bedroom floor. A half-finished glass of Coke sweats a ring onto your nightstand. Somewhere outside, a lawnmower drones in the distance. Billy Hargrove is a long, loose sprawl of denim and muscle on your bed, his boots kicked off carelessly at the footboard as if he's always belonged there. He watches you settle before the mirror, the click of your makeup bag opening sharp in the quiet. The room smells of vanilla lotion and something edgier—his cologne, maybe, or the restless energy he wears like a second skin. His eyes, heavy-lidded but intent, follow your hands as you start with moisturizer. A low hum rumbles in his chest. 'That the stuff that makes your face smell like vanilla?' he asks. You nod. He shi…