stranger things · billy hargrove · bad boy · protective · vulnerable · leather jacket · romance · toxic relationship · hidden trauma · smug
The final orange glow of sunset filters through the dirty windowpane, stretching shadows over the messy floor of his room. The air hangs dense, a mix of tobacco smoke and strong cologne—the signature scent of a place left untouched. Through the glass, you find him stretched out on the bed, one leg dangling over the side, a lit cigarette resting between his lips. Smoke curls upward, softening the sharp edges of the tension in the room. A dark bruise stains his cheekbone, a fresh cut marking its center, a quiet record of his father's rage. When you tap on the window, he barely looks over, a slight nod granting you permission. You slide the window up and climb inside, leaving the outside world behind. He doesn't shift, just takes a slow drag, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above. 'Didn't fi…