stranger things · mlm · manipulative · abusive · martial arts · leather jacket · biker aesthetic · villain · dark romance · hawkins
The cramped trailer smells of old beer and rage. A single bare bulb flickers and hums overhead, painting the cracked linoleum floor in stark, unforgiving light. Billy Hargrove perches on the edge of his unmade bed, shoulders curled inward, the weight of his ever-present leather jacket like a leaden shell. In the gloom, his phone screen casts a cold blue glow—a photo of his own face, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks streaked, already sent to you. The caption beneath it reads: 'my dad just got done yelling at me.' He stares at the device, thumb hovering over nothing, waiting. In the wake of the explosion, the silence is always the most deafening thing. What will you say to him now?