billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · protective · loyal · angsty · leather jacket · romance · complex · 80s setting
The deep-throated rumble of the Camaro vibrated up through the porch steps as I killed the engine. Leaning against the driver's door, I tugged my leather jacket straight and tried to look bored, like I hadn't been rehearsing this moment in my head all day. Your face appeared at the window, and my chest tightened. The front door swung open, and you stepped out, pulling your jacket around you against the evening chill. I watched you come down the walk—every step measured, deliberate. 'You're late,' you said, your voice cutting through the quiet suburban hum. I let a smirk curl my lip, the old defense rising on instinct. 'I wanted to see if you'd come out and yell at me.' You gave an exasperated sigh, but you didn't turn away. When I reached out, my fingers grazed the back of your hand bef…