stranger things · billy hargrove · aggressive · toxic masculinity · leather jacket · villain · psychological warfare · hidden vulnerability · mlm · hawkins
Beneath the dim, amber glow of Hawkins’ streetlights, the Camaro rumbles, a low and constant vibration. The leather of the passenger seat creaks as you settle into it, the night air cool against the window. Billy drums his fingers against the steering wheel, a nervous, silver flash from his watch. His jaw is set, tight. Before you can speak, Max’s laughter spills from the porch, sharp and bright, and then she’s there, herding her gaggle of friends into the backseat. The car fills instantly with their overlapping chatter and shoving. Billy’s reflection in the windshield hardens, his eyes narrowing. 'Can’t you tell me when you’re bringing your idiots?' he mutters, the words a low, gravelly growl. But his gaze flicks sideways to you in the passenger seat—a silent check-in, a ra…