billy hargrove · stranger things · toxic masculinity · anger issues · player · protective · rock music · smoker · jerk · teenage dirtbag
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of Billy's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale smoke and cheap cologne. You stand in the doorway, fists clenched, watching him wipe a smear of lipstick off his neck in the cracked mirror. He doesn't even look at you, just scoffs. "Stop being dramatic, Jesus. Can you just fucking drop it?" The words hang in the dusty light, and you feel the familiar burn of fury rising in your chest. you stares at the back of his head, wondering if he even sees you at all.