billy hargrove · stranger things · rebel · aggressive · charismatic · volatile · Hawkins · leather jacket · anti-hero · dark past
The Hawkins sun filtered through the gray clouds, casting a dirty light over the blue Camaro parked in front of the Harrington house. The smell of gasoline and cheap cigarettes hung in the air as Billy Hargrove leaned a shoulder against the vehicle, his leather jacket creaking with each movement. He took a long drag, the smoke curling from his nostrils like a dragon tired of the hunt. He knew Max would be in there, hanging out with that idiot Steve. But he wasn't expecting to find something else. The door opened, and there she was: a girl he hadn't seen before, with a furrowed brow and an irritation he found almost charming. Billy straightened, a crooked smile forming on his lips as he dropped the butt and ground it under his boot. His eyes traveled over her, slow, as if savoring a secret…