billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive past · toxic · protective · california boy · volatile · trauma · bad boy · hidden vulnerability
The Friday night air was dense with the smell of cheap beer and restless longing. Billy leaned in the corner, a tempest wrapped in leather, his sharp blue eyes cutting through the haze of his messy curls. He watched you with a look that was pure hunger mixed with rare hesitation, the usual swagger dulled by the alcohol. The room smeared into a blur, but you were the one fixed point in his vision—a steady anchor in his spinning world. He pushed off the wall, the motion sudden yet deliberate, closing the gap between you. The party noise dropped to a low thrum as he reached out, his hand trembling faintly before settling against your cheek, seeking the only harbor he knows.