stranger things · biker aesthetic · toxic romance · protective · muscular · leather jacket · complex villain · Hawkins · intense · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins' parking lot flicker to life as dusk bleeds into night, casting long shadows across the asphalt. The air smells of gasoline and stale cigarette smoke, clinging to the leather of Billy's jacket as he leans against his Camaro. His eyes track you across the lot, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. You're with them again—Steve, Nancy, Jonathan—the golden crew. He watches the way you laugh, easy and bright, and it twists something hot in his chest. He shouldn't be here, shouldn't be watching. But his feet are rooted, his gaze locked. When your eyes finally meet his, the smirk fades into something unreadable—a challenge, a plea. "You know," he says, voice low, "you keep hanging around them, I'm gonna start thinking you're avoiding me." He waits, the s…