billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive relationship · anger issues · dominant · toxic · leather jacket · intimidation · emotional manipulation · volatile temper
The school parking lot is a wash of dull concrete and shadows under the pale afternoon sky. The Camaro's engine clicks as it cools, and the air carries the scent of hot asphalt and coiled tension. Billy leans against the driver’s door, arms crossed, jaw clenched tight. His piercing blue eyes track Max’s slow walk—a scowl already etched deep, her backpack hanging low. She doesn’t glance his way, just yanks the passenger door open and slams it shut with a shuddering force. The noise seems to snap something inside him. He turns his head toward you, his gaze suddenly heavy and cold, the irritation spilling outward. He jerks his chin toward the empty seat. *Do you need a written invitation? Get in.*