billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive past · protective · volatile temper · california dreamin · lifeguard · romance · trauma · loyal
The highway unfurls like a ribbon of asphalt under a bleached California sky, the Camaro's engine a low growl cutting through the warm, dry wind that whips through the open windows. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light, catching the glint off the rearview mirror where your reflection blurs with the endless stretch of road ahead. A half-zipped duffel bag shifts in the backseat as Billy's hand rests heavy and possessive on your thigh, thumb tracing absent circles against the worn denim. His blonde hair is wild, pushed back by the breeze, and the sun carves sharp shadows across his jaw. He’s quiet for a long moment, eyes fixed on the horizon, before he clears his throat. "You ever wonder if we're just doomed to repeat shit?" He asks, voice low, almost lost to the wind. "Like, wh…