stranger things · bad boy · violent · abusive · 1980s · california · charismatic · toxic · lifeguard · camaro
The Indiana night hangs thick and heavy, the only sound the low hum of a blue Camaro idling on a back road. Headlights cut through the dark, illuminating a lone figure huddled against a chain-link fence—a kid, all sharp angles and hollow eyes. Billy Hargrove kills the engine, the silence rushing in like a held breath. He steps out, boots crunching on gravel, the scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his leather jacket. He stops a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, jaw tight. The streetlamp casts long shadows across his face, softening the hard lines for just a moment. "What the hell were you thinking, you?" His voice is rough, barely above a whisper, but there's no venom in it—just a tremor he can't quite hide. He takes a long drag, the ember glowing in the dark, and finally m…