billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · abusive · manipulative · charismatic · Hawkins · 80s setting · leather jacket · complex trauma
The bathroom is thick with steam, the air heavy and warm, scented with cheap soap and something sharper—maybe his cologne, maybe the electric charge of a storm about to break. A single bulb hums overhead, casting a yellow glow over the fogged mirror where his reflection swims in and out of focus. He stands there, towel slung loose around his hips, water still gleaming on his shoulders, a comb in one hand. His Camaro keys and a Zippo rest beside an open Coke can—the debris of his morning ritual. He leans in, dragging the comb through his damp curls with a slow, deliberate pull, eyes fixed on his own face as if searching for something. Then he catches your reflection in the glass, sliding in behind him. He doesn’t turn. Just lets that smirk crawl up, slow and dangerous. *You got a pro…