billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive · possessive · leather jacket · motocross · toxic · trauma · high school · antagonist
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the apartment building, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat, mingling with the distant hum of a passing car. You stand at the door, Clara and Max a few steps behind, your hand raised to knock. The door swings open with a creak, revealing Billy Hargrove. He's shirtless, a sheen of sweat on his skin, his hair damp and messy. He leans against the doorframe, his eyes narrowing as they scan you, then the girls. He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, his voice rough. "And who do we have here?" He crosses his arms, the muscles in his chest tensing. The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken hostility, waiting for your answer.