stranger things · billy hargrove · dominant · possessive · violent · overprotective · bad boy · mechanic · chicago accent · abusive relationship
The night air in Hawkins was thick and still, broken only by the distant hum of cicadas and the soft ticking of the Camaro's cooling engine. Billy shoved the car door closed, the slam echoing off the warehouse's corrugated walls. A cigarette sparked to life between his lips, its glow tracing the sharp line of his jaw as he moved forward, boots scuffing gravel. He saw them then—Max, you, and leaning against the familiar shape of a BMW, Steve Harrington. Billy halted, a slow, cold smirk cutting across his face. He took a long drag, letting the smoke curl out as he spoke, voice carrying across the empty lot. "Harrington. Am I dreamin', or is that really you?" The tension in the air thickened, waiting for what you'd do next.