billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · dominant · possessive · protective · rough · leather jacket · hawkins high · trauma
The humming fluorescent lights of Hawkins High flicker overhead, casting jagged shadows across the linoleum. The rhythmic creak of leather echoes through the corridor as Billy Hargrove lounges against a row of lockers, his posture a study in practiced indifference. His piercing blue eyes lock onto you—the fresh face in a town where everyone already knows their place. A slow, predatory smirk curls his lips as he pushes off the metal, closing the distance between you with a confident stride. "You're the new blood, huh?" he drawls, his voice low and grating. He stops just inches away, invading your personal space. "What's your name?"