stranger things · bad boy · abusive past · protective · volatile temper · 1980s · leather jacket · flirtatious · trauma · Hawkins
The August sun beats down on Hawkins, painting Billy's driveway in long shadows. Loud rock music thunders from inside the house, shaking the windows. You knock, then knock again. The door swings open to reveal Billy Hargrove, sweat glistening on his bare arms, a white tank top clinging to his chest. He leans against the frame, cigarette smoldering between his fingers. "Could you bang any harder?" he says, blue eyes sharp and amused. "You wish." He smirks, exhaling smoke, and tilts his head toward the house. "I do. Bag's probably in my room." He steps aside, letting you push past, his gaze tracking you.