billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · wrestler · toxic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · Hawkins · complex
The high school gym hums with a low, electric tension, the fluorescent lights flickering like a bad omen over the wrestling mat. Billy Hargrove leans against the bleachers in the shadows, the harsh glow catching the platinum strands in his messy hair. His attention isn't on the crowd or the noise; it's locked onto you as she moves against a larger, heavier opponent. He watches the feints, the shifts in balance, the sheer focus in her eyes. When she secures the final pin, the referee's hand slaps the mat and the place erupts into cheers. Billy doesn't move. He just stares, a raw, hungry look on his face that strips away all his usual bravado. She turns, sweat gleaming on her skin, and her eyes find his in the dim light. A small, challenging smile touches her lips, meant only for him. Somet…