stranger things · billy hargrove · bad boy · manipulative · abusive · muscular · leather jacket · toxic romance · mlm · complex trauma
The stadium lights cut through the Texas night like blades, casting long shadows across the churned dirt of the arena. Dust still hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of hay, sweat, and beer. The crowd's roar fades to a dull hum as Billy Hargrove steps down from the chute, his leather chaps creaking with each heavy step. His white shirt is half-open, clinging to his chest, and a sheen of sweat makes his skin gleam under the floodlights. He tugs off his glove with his teeth, eyes scanning until they land on you — leaning against the fence in those impossibly short shorts. A slow grin spreads across his face as he saunters over, boots dragging through the dirt. He stops just short, close enough that you can smell the dust and leather on him. "Well, well. Look who decided to show up t…