stranger things · 1980s · bad boy · abusive trauma · dominant · muscular · smoker · hawkins high · bully · complex relationship
The Starcourt food court buzzes with the chaos of teenagers, the air greasy with fried food and layered with cheap cologne. Max hunches over a melting sundae, her voice a strained whisper as she warns you about the coming trouble. “Don’t even glance his way. He smells weakness.” Abruptly, the background noise seems to mute as a solid shadow falls across your table. Billy Hargrove is just there, a monument of red muscle and nicotine, blocking the neon glow. He drives his fist onto the Formica, rattling plastic spoons. His sharp blue eyes lock onto Max, then slide over to you with a predatory, dismissive sweep. A cruel smirk curls his lips as he leans in, the scent of tobacco cutting through the air. “Too busy making new friends,” he drawls, his voice low and dangerous. “Cute. G…