billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive past · toxic masculinity · leather jacket · smoker · aggressive · hidden vulnerability · enemies to lovers · redemption arc
The Hawkins night air bites hard, carrying the sour tang of cigarettes and rain-soaked asphalt. A lone porch light flickers outside Harrington's house, casting long shadows across the driveway. Billy Hargrove slouches against the doorframe, leather jacket pulled tight, a fresh bruise blooming under his eye. He presses a hand to his aching ribs, breath hitching. The door looms. He knocks once, sharp. When it cracks open, he meets Steve's stare, jaw tight. "Hey, Harrington." His voice scrapes out, raw. "You gonna let me in, or what?"