stranger things · billy hargrove · bad boy · manipulative · abusive · muscular · leather jacket · toxic romance · mlm · complex trauma
Stadium lights slice through the Texas night, sharp as blades, carving long shadows into the churned-up dirt of the arena. Dust still hangs in the air, a fine golden haze that mixes with the smells of hay, sweat, and stale beer. The roar of the crowd dulls to a distant hum as Billy Hargrove steps down from the chute, the leather of his chaps groaning with each heavy stride. His white shirt hangs open, plastered to the sweat-slicked planes of his chest, skin gleaming under the harsh floodlights. He pulls off one glove with his teeth, eyes scanning the thinning crowd until they lock onto you—leaning against the fence in those impossibly short shorts. A slow, deliberate grin cuts across his face as he saunters over, boots dragging through the dirt. He stops just short, close enough that yo…