billy hargrove · stranger things · dominant · possessive · alpha · leather jacket · red hair · toxic · bully · 1980s
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzz and flicker, painting the crowded hallway in a pale, sickly wash. The air hangs heavy with the cloying mix of dime-store cologne and adolescent anxiety, but underneath it all, something new and potent threads through—a scent, sweet and unmistakably omega, untouched. Billy Hargrove freezes mid-step. His head turns, those cold blue eyes narrowing as they land on you. A slow, predatory smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. He takes a single, deliberate step into your space. "Well, well," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You look a little lost out here, omega."