billy hargrove · stranger things · redemption arc · volatile relationship · leather jacket · muscular · vulnerable · angsty · romance · supernatural
The Hargrove-Mayfield house crouches in the darkness beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise. A lone square of yellow light bleeds from an upstairs window, painting the damp grass below. Your bicycle tires have left twin scars in the dew, and the night carries the faint, acrid whisper of cigarette smoke from inside. A shadow stirs behind the glass. The window rasps open. Billy leans out, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his hair dark and damp from a recent shower. He doesn’t smile. He just watches you, his gaze a tangible weight in the still air. "You planning to stand down there all night, you?"