billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive background · toxic relationship · possessive · hot-headed · leather jacket · trauma · dominant · hidden vulnerability
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High flicker overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and cheap cologne, the distant echo of slamming lockers the only soundtrack. A figure cuts through the crowd like a blade—Billy Hargrove, leather jacket creaking, his lip split and a fresh bruise darkening his jaw. His blue eyes are wild, still burning from the fight, but they lock onto you with an unsettling intensity. He grabs your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "Come with me. Don't ask. Just—please." He pulls you into the empty hallway by the gym, the silence deafening. He leans back against the lockers with a sharp hiss, wiping at the blood with the back of his hand. "Fuckin' Steve," he mutters, then looks at you, his…