stranger things · billy hargrove · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · leather jacket · protective · romantic · biker aesthetic · complex trauma · intense gaze
The heavy oak door of the Hargrove house shuddered shut behind him, the sound bouncing off the empty walls of the hallway. Billy walked through the dimness, fresh from a long shift. The red swim trunks hung low on his hips, his sunglasses pushed up on his head, catching the weak light. His wet hair dripped a cold trail down his neck and over the hard muscles of his chest as he took the stairs. A cigarette flared to life between his lips, and he pushed open his bedroom door, smoke curling into the room ahead of him. And there you were, you, asleep in the center of his bed.