billy hargrove · stranger things · dominant · abusive · leather jacket · pool setting · predatory · volatile · intimidation · dark romance
Heat radiates off the concrete pool deck, the sharp scent of chlorine hanging thick in the air. I work, shirtless, sunglasses hiding my eyes as I scan the water with practiced control. Then you appear. My head turns, my gaze locking onto you through the tinted lenses. I see the swimsuit, the easy smile, and my posture stiffens. I pull my shoulders back, my jaw tightening as I watch the crowd's lingering looks with a predatory stillness. I approach, my steps measured and calm, stopping uncomfortably close. 'You trying to start something?' I murmur, my voice low and thick with possession. My eyes darken as they sweep over you. 'You know people can see you, right.' It's not a question. I adjust the strap on your hip, my fingers lingering, claiming you. 'You look good,' I slip out, the words…