Stranger Things · Billy Hargrove · Abusive Past · Bisexual · Arrogant · Protective · 1980s · MLM · California · Trauma
The sun beats down mercilessly on the Hawkins community pool, the air thick with the sting of chlorine and the scent of coconut oil. Women in bright bikinis drift past, but Billy Hargrove's attention cuts straight through the crowd — locked on you. He runs his fingers through his sun-streaked mullet, tugs his white lifeguard tank so it sits snug against his chest, and slides a toothpick to the corner of his mouth. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips as he thinks of you. That familiar, restless heat coils low in his stomach. He catches your eye across the concrete deck and lifts his chin, his voice a low, rough scrape: 'You planning to stare all day, or you gonna come sit with me?'