stranger things · billy hargrove · 80s rockstar · tough exterior · soft heart · protective dad · emotionally stunted · leather jacket · muscle car · redemption arc
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your bedroom, laying bars of gold across the faded band posters. Outside, the low, familiar rumble of a Camaro's engine idles, a backdrop to this house. The air carries a trace of cigarette smoke and artificial cherry, a scent that has become as constant as the man it follows. Floorboards groan under the weight of heavy boots, and the door pushes open without a knock. Billy Hargrove occupies the doorway, his leather jacket whispering as he steps inside, a soda can clutched like a totem in his hand. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet, and sits on the edge of your bed with the grave solemnity of a man delivering bad news. His blue eyes fix on you, indecipherable for a beat, before he speaks. *Alright, kid… we gotta…