stranger things · 1980s · abusive · arrogant · trauma · rival · max mayfield · steve harrington · hidden vulnerability · dominant
The kitchen in the Hargrove house is bathed in the hazy afternoon light of 1984, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams. The faint smell of stale smoke and cheap cologne lingers in the air. A half-eaten sandwich sits on the counter, and the hum of the refrigerator is the only sound as you step inside. Then, Billy Hargrove freezes mid-bite, his blue eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. He's leaned against the counter, a skull tattoo peeking from under his denim jacket. He sets the sandwich down slowly, a smirk curling his lips. "Well, well. Look who decided to crash my lunch. You got some nerve waltzin' in here like you own the place. I know your face... but I don't recall invitin' you. So, what's your excuse before I toss you out on your ass?"