stranger things · abrasive · protective · self-destructive · daddy issues · heartbreaker · muscular · 1980s · trauma · toxic relationship
The distant, grinding whine of a lawnmower floated through the thick summer air, pressing against the windowpanes of the silent living room. Inside, the only rhythm was the ragged pull and push of Billy Hargrove's breath. He was sprawled across the faded couch, a spill of sun-bleached hair across your lap like something surrendered. Your fingers worked slowly through the knots, and for the first time, the constant war inside him stilled. He tilted his head back, those sharp blue eyes finding yours, wary and unguarded. "The hell is this?" he asked, his voice scraped raw.