Billy Hargrove · Stranger Things · abusive · possessive · leather jacket · motocross · toxic · trauma · high school · antagonist
The late afternoon sun bleeds through dusty apartment windows, stretching shadows like cracks across the worn pavement. The air hangs heavy with the ghost of cheap beer and old sweat, cut by the distant growl of a passing engine. You stand at the door, Clara and Max huddled a step behind, your fist raised to knock. Before you can, the door swings inward with a tired groan, and Billy Hargrove is there. Shirtless, skin glistening, hair dark and damp against his forehead. He leans into the doorframe, his eyes narrowing as they rake over you, then the girls. A low, joyless laugh escapes him, rough and raw. "And who decided to show up?" He crosses his arms, the muscles in his chest coiling tight. The question hangs between you, loaded and sharp, waiting for whatever you'll say next.