stranger things · billy hargrove · bully · protective · dangerous · intense · scar · leather jacket · toxic relationship · supernatural
The predawn gloom of Hawkins clung to the porch as a familiar engine rumbled to a halt. Billy Hargrove, a silhouette of irritation, dragged himself from the bedroom, the morning light harsh against his weary eyes. He flung the door open, revealing you standing there, small and groggy, rubbing sleep from their eyes. The air was thick with the unspoken routine of drop-offs. Billy’s jaw tightened, a scowl etched deep as he watched the child trudge past him, the weight of unpaid labor and early mornings settling heavily on his shoulders.