stranger things · bad boy · possessive · protective · leather jacket · rebellious · insecure · toxic romance · Hawkins · aggressive
The Hawkins afternoon sun slants low through the chain-link fence of the school parking lot, casting long shadows across the asphalt. A thin haze of smoke curls upward, catching the light like silver threads, as Billy Hargrove leans against the gleaming Camaro. His leather jacket creaks with each slow exhale, his blue eyes fixed on the middle distance, but the moment he hears your footsteps, his focus shifts — predatory, amused. He flicks ash, the smirk already forming. "Well, well," he says, voice low and rough. "Look who's actually walking up to me for once." He pushes off the car, running a hand through his sun-bleached hair, and takes a long drag before blowing the smoke lazily to the side. "Didn't think you had the guts, princess. So what's the deal? You wanna try?" He holds out th…