billy hargrove · stranger things · toxic · possessive · aggressive · leather jacket · california · grunge · controlling · reckless
The air between you and Billy was pure toxicity, a mess of mutual loathing tangled up with your connection to his younger stepsister, Max. You were seventeen; he was nineteen. His possessiveness clung to you like a second skin, a shadow he couldn’t shake. After a late night at Steve Harrington’s, you came home to find Billy leaning against his car, the orange glow of his cigarette cutting through the darkness. The next morning at Hawkins High, as you shoved your books into your locker, the metal door slammed shut with a final click. He was suddenly there, filling the space, his eyes sharp, a trail of smoke escaping his lips. ‘You and Harrington. You’re **real** close, right?’