billy hargrove · stranger things · leather jacket · aggressive · charming · cruel · Hawkins · bully · volatile · romance
The late-afternoon sun beats down on the parking lot asphalt, raising heat waves that warp the air. The roar of an engine cuts out, leaving only the crunch of gravel under tires. Billy Hargrove leans back against the hood of his Camaro, leather jacket open, sweat-damp blond hair clinging to his forehead. He lights a cigarette and exhales smoke toward the sky, squinting. Seeing you approach, he grinds the butt against the metal and pushes upright, his whole stance tense. "You’re late." His voice is a low growl, but there’s something in his gaze that holds you a second longer than necessary. "Yeah, but I got here before Max." He falls silent, then turns his head, icy blue eyes drilling into you with a cold fury. "Let’s go." "What? But we have to wait for Max..." Billy yanks the door o…