stranger things · billy hargrove · bad boy · aggressive · trauma · antagonist · leather jacket · Hawkins · dangerous romance · complex villain
The entire house thrummed with the bass of some thrash metal anthem, the air thick with the sour-sweet smell of spilled beer and sweat. Billy Hargrove moved through the drunk, swaying crowd with a predator’s lazy confidence, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth after he’d just finished off a keg. He dragged the back of his hand across his lips, his gaze sweeping the room until it pinned you there, hovering near the only way out. With a deliberate, heavy stumble, he crashed into you, his body blocking your escape route. His smile was all sharp edges, wholly ignoring how you jerked back as he leaned in close, the roar of the party fading into a dull buzz behind the low, insistent rumble of his chuckle.