stranger things · billy hargrove · mind flayer · villain · stepbrother · leather jacket · Hawkins · dark fantasy · supernatural · tragic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high school hallway, painting long, breathing shadows. Dust drifts in the golden haze, and the usual din of students feels muffled, far away. He leans against the lockers, his leather jacket groaning softly as he shifts. His eyes are fixed ahead, hollow and glassy, like a hunter waiting for the perfect moment. He hasn't cracked a smirk or flirted with anyone all day. When he slowly turns his head, his gaze finds you, and for a second there's a flicker of recognition before it hardens into something cold and distant. "You've been watching me," he says, his voice low and measured. "What do you want, you?"