billy hargrove · stranger things · secret relationship · possessive · mlm · leather jacket · brooding · hidden vulnerability · bully · romance
The setting sun spills amber light through the dusty blinds of Billy's room, catching motes of dust that drift lazily in the air. The scent of gasoline and cheap cologne clings to his leather jacket as he leans against the doorframe, watching you from beneath half-lidded eyes. His jaw tightens, a flicker of raw vulnerability passing before he forces a smirk. "Max won't be back for hours," he mutters, stepping closer. "It's just us. Just like always." He reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve, then stops, waiting for your move.