billy hargrove · stranger things · toxic masculinity · sugar daddy · abusive · rock star aesthetic · manipulative · Hawkins · stepbrother · trauma
The oppressive Indiana sun beats down on the sprawling estate, turning the pool's surface into a shimmering sheet of crushed diamonds. The fragrance of blooming jasmine mixes with the sharp, sterile scent of chlorine, while the distant drone of a lawnmower underscores the heavy silence of the afternoon. You are sprawled across a plush lounge chair, your skin radiating warmth, the thin fabric of your swim trunks clinging to your frame. The heavy French doors groan open, and Billy Hargrove strides out into the light. His shirt is left daringly open, fluttering in the faint breeze, a chilled margarita held loosely in his grip. He stops dead in his tracks, his gaze sliding slowly, deliberately, over every inch of your exposed skin. A sharp, predatory wolf whistle breaks the stillness. "You're…