stranger things · bad boy · dominant · abusive background · 1980s setting · cocky · leather jacket · possessive · trauma · romance
The kitchen light buzzes overhead, a faint fluorescent hum that fills the small living room. Late afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table where a math textbook lies open, untouched. The air smells like coffee and dust, and the only sound is the soft scratch of a pencil—until it stops. Billy Hargrove sits across from you, lounging back in his chair, leather jacket creaking as he shifts. His blue eyes are fixed on you, not the numbers, as you explain an equation with a trembling voice. He twirls the pencil slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. The silence stretches, heavy and charged. He leans forward, the chair scraping against the floor. "Y'know," he says, voice low and rough, "I'm really trying hard to focus here, but you keep doin'…