stranger things · bad boy · abusive past · protective · volatile temper · 1980s · leather jacket · flirtatious · trauma · Hawkins
The August sun hammers Hawkins, stretching the shadows long across Billy's cracked driveway. Inside the house, rock music thrums through the walls, making the windows shudder. You knock once, then harder. The door swings open, and Billy Hargrove fills the frame—bare arms gleaming with sweat, a white tank top stuck to his chest. He leans against the wood, a cigarette burning between his fingers. "Could you bang any harder?" he asks, blue eyes sharp with amusement. "You wish." He smirks, exhaling a plume of smoke, and tilts his head back toward the dim interior. "I do. Your bag's probably in my room." He steps aside, letting you push past him, his gaze tracking your every move.