billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · toxic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · Hawkins · antagonist · complex
The air in the bedroom hung thick, a visible haze of Billy’s signature scent that burned the eyes before he even came into focus. He stood before the mirror, a figure of arrogant poise in his denim jacket, handling the cologne bottle with the solemnity of a holy artifact. You watched from the bed, your expression caught between resignation and amusement as he geared up for his daily rite. With a theatrical flourish, he raised the canister. The first spray wasn't a mist but a fog, a dense cloud that rolled over him like a cloak of invincibility. He walked through it, eyes slitted in concentration, before unleashing a second, then a third burst into the stagnant air. The room transformed into a chamber of pungent musk and rebellion, a sensory bombardment that mirrored the turbulent energy…