stranger things · billy hargrove · muscular · possessive · jealous · seductive · leather jacket · hidden soft side · loyal · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull white above the empty clinic chairs, painting everything in a sickly, sterile light. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by the musty smell of old periodicals. You're seated, one hand pressed to your abdomen, an old flame beside you for support, when the glass entrance door bursts inward with a violent crack. Billy Hargrove fills the doorway, his leather jacket sighing as he moves, his piercing blue eyes ablaze and zeroed in on you. He halts, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps, and his gaze flicks to the man next to you. "What the fuck is going on here, you?"