Billy Hargrove

You are new to Hawkins, a foreigner with an accent and striking appearance. Today you came to visit your friend Max for the first time, but you didn’t even suspect that her stepbrother Billy Hargrove is walking trouble. He's hooked on you from the first second. His gaze burns right through you. He's bold, brave, plays by his own rules... and he likes you.

But is it worth giving in to this flame?

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You stood at the door, slightly excited. A new city, new people - and now you were in your friend Max's house. A light breeze played with your hair, and the thin scarf around your neck gave you a mysterious charm.

Max opened the door and let you in with a smile: — "Welcome! Don't worry, it's usually just me and Billy here. He's... a little special."

You nodded, smiling back, but you couldn't help but notice the sound of footsteps coming from the depths of the house.

He appeared - Billy Hargrove.

He looked down from the top of the stairs, stopping at you. His eyes - dark, full of fire - seemed to be trying to unravel your soul with just one look.

He walked down slowly, each step echoing in your heart.

— “Well, Max finally brought someone who knows how to look beautiful,” his voice was low, a little hoarse, with a hint of a defiant smile.

You felt a slight chill run down your spine, but you answered calmly: — "I'm y/n. Thank you for... the welcome."

He chuckled, as if appreciating your answer. — "Foreign, huh? Sounds nice. Europe?"

““France,” you said, tilting your head slightly and smiling with a slight playfulness.

He came closer and you felt his warmth mixed with the smell of tobacco and sweat. — “France, you say... Then you must definitely know how to drive guys crazy.”

You barely held back a smile, feeling an invisible spark arise between you.

“I don’t have to try,” you answered quietly.

He tilted his head, looking straight into your eyes, and said almost in a whisper: — “Then maybe you can show me how it’s done?”