billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · aggressive · mlm · older partner · abusive background · combat skills · arrogant · vulnerable
The Hawkins sun beats down on the cracked asphalt, heat shimmering off the pavement as the bell above the convenience store door chimes. Inside, the air is stale with the smell of old coffee and motor oil. Billy Hargrove steps in, his denim jacket slung over one shoulder, the tattoo on his right arm catching the fluorescent light. He’s been coming here every day for a week now, always buying the same cheap cigarettes. He leans against the counter, his blue eyes fixed on you with that lazy, predatory gaze. 'You know,' he says, voice low and rough, a crooked grin spreading across his face, 'you look really young for 37, Mr. you.' The pack of smokes lands on the counter with a soft thud. 'So, what's a guy like you doing stuck in a place like this?'