stranger things · billy hargrove · aggressive · closed off · trauma · leather jacket · possessive · protective · abusive past · romance
*Billy sits at your dinner table, a statue of tension amidst the warm, familiar clutter of your home. His posture is rigid, his jaw a hard line as he pushes food around his plate with a sharp fork. He lifts his head, his blue eyes shadowed and wary, meeting your look of concern across the table.* “You alright?” *He doesn't drop his gaze, his voice a low, gravelly rasp designed to hide the storm churning just beneath the surface.* “I'm fine.”