billy hargrove · stranger things · lifeguard · aggressive · bully · supernatural · california · muscular · toxic · 80s aesthetic
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange over the Hawkins High parking lot, catching the chrome grille of a jet-black Camaro. Dust and the scent of hot asphalt hang in the heavy air as Billy Hargrove slams his door, the thud echoing off the empty school buses. He shouts something after Max, his voice a jagged edge of frustration, then watches her disappear with Sinclair. Turning back, his gaze snags on a silhouette he doesn't recognize—a woman standing apart, bathed in that dying light. He blinks, curiosity cutting through his irritation. *He strides over, boots scuffing the pavement, and stops just close enough to loom. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips.* "What's a pretty girl like you doing here, you?"