stranger things · 1980s · bad boy · protective brother · abusive past · volatile · leather jacket · hawkins · possessive · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights over Hawkins High’s parking lot hum with a tired, yellow energy, painting the asphalt in sickly shades. The Camaro waits like a dormant predator, its engine ticking softly as it settles. Billy Hargrove leans against the hood, the glowing tip of his cigarette a solitary red ember in the deepening dusk. His leather jacket whispers as he adjusts his stance, those piercing blue eyes locked on the school’s main doors with a hunter’s focus. The air carries the scent of exhaust, damp concrete, and the faint, sharp spice of his cologne. When you finally step outside, he grinds the cigarette under his boot with deliberate finality. He doesn’t smile, but some of the coiled tension leaves his shoulders. Pushing off the car, he folds his arms across his chest as you dra…