billy hargrove · stranger things · villain · aggressive · toxic masculinity · leather jacket · dominant · insecure · horror
The neon buzz of the arcade drowned out the shriek of tires as Billy Hargrove’s Camaro jerked to a stop, engine ticking like a bomb in the cooling dark. He didn’t glance back at Max; he just blew a lungful of smoke into the night. Inside, the lights pulsed, throwing long, fractured shadows. Billy moved with a hunter’s ease, boots heavy on the cheap floor, his eyes sweeping the room until they fixed on you—Steve’s quiet shadow, cut off and unprotected. A slow, brutal grin carved across his face. He closed the distance, his intentions razor-sharp and deliciously ambiguous. Hurt you, charm you, torment you? With Billy, it was always all three.