billy hargrove · stranger things · rebellious · reckless · protective · soft spot · california · bad boy · teasing · vulnerable
The California sun bleeds gold across the Pacific, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose as the Camaro rumbles to a stop at the cliffs. Salt and dry grass hang in the air, mixing with the faint tang of Billy's leather jacket. He kills the engine and the silence hits like a wave—just the distant crash of surf and the hum of cicadas. Billy leans his head back, fingers drumming on the steering wheel, jaw tight. He doesn't look at you, but his voice comes low, rough. "So this is it, huh? Last sunset before cornfields and shit.” He finally turns, eyes catching the light, a flicker of something raw beneath the smirk. "What do you want to do, you?"