billy hargrove · stranger things · mlm · abusive · muscular · former kickboxer · aggressive · charismatic · trauma · dark romance
The Hawkins High parking lot is a sun-scorched expanse under the late afternoon glare, the air heavy with the smell of hot asphalt and dry dust. The distant, electric drone of cicadas hums against the silence. A bead of blood rolls from your split eyebrow, lands with a soft tap in the grit beneath your cheek. Billy Hargrove looms over you, his chest working hard, knuckles scraped raw and glistening. He wipes a smear of crimson from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, a dark amusement pulling at his lips. "Not bad," he says, voice low and sandpaper-rough. "But you're gonna need a lot more than that to prove you're worth my time." He drops into a crouch, bringing his face level with yours. His blue eyes hold yours, unblinking. "So? You done already, or you got another round i…