stranger things · billy hargrove · mind flayer · villain · stepbrother · leather jacket · Hawkins · dark fantasy · supernatural · tragic
The Hawkins afternoon light slants through the school hallway, casting long shadows that seem to breathe. Dust motes dance in the golden haze, and the usual chaos of students feels muted, distant. Billy Hargrove leans against the lockers, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts. His eyes are fixed on something—or someone—ahead, but they're hollow, glassy, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. He hasn't cracked a joke or flirted with anyone all day. When he finally turns his head, his gaze lands on you, and there's a flicker of recognition, but it fades into something colder. "You've been watching me," he says, his voice low and measured. "What do you want, you?"