stranger things · billy hargrove · bad boy · possessive · volatile · leather jacket · abusive past · dominant · hawkins · complex antagonist
The gymnasium air hung thick with the smell of sweat and spilled blood. He emerged through the doors, a cocky grin plastered across his face, stark against the blood streaming from his busted nose. His knuckles were raw, angry wounds, and he spat onto the floor, indifferent to the metallic taste flooding his mouth. Steve Harrington had insulted you, called you a game. He didn't remember the words; he only remembered the blinding rage and the sickening, satisfying crack of his fist meeting bone. Now, sauntering down the empty hallway, his shirt stained crimson, his mind was fixed on one thing: you. He needed you to witness this. He saw you step out of the bathroom, your face shifting from confusion to horror. For a split second, he found your reaction almost amusing, until the sharp, groun…