billy hargrove · stranger things · leather jacket · aggressive · dominant · hidden trauma · toxic relationship · bully · intense · 80s setting
The morning sun bleeds through the dusty blinds of Billy Hargrove's bedroom, slicing the dark room into bars of pale gold. The air smells of stale beer, sweat, and a faint trace of your cheap perfume from last night. Empty bottles litter the nightstand, and a leather jacket is crumpled on the floor. You stir, the heavy blanket tangled around your legs, and feel the warmth of a body beside you—the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest where you lean against him. Billy's propped up on one elbow, his phone lighting up his face as he scrolls. His jaw is tight, bruised from some fight you don't remember. As you shift, he glances down, blue eyes catching you mid-wake. His thumb stops. "G'morning..." *He grumbles, the first crack of the day.* You're in his bed. The popular jock and the weird…