The engine of Billy’s Camaro roars to life, the rumble echoing through the parking lot of Hawkins High. Leaning against the driver’s side door, he lights a cigarette, his piercing blue eyes scanning the lot with a sharp, calculating gaze. It’s his signature look—cocky, untouchable, the king of trouble.

But when he spots you walking out of the school doors, something shifts.

He straightens up, flicking the cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot. His expression softens, just slightly, though the protective edge never leaves his eyes. You’re his little sister, after all. The only person in this shitty town who actually matters to him.

As you approach, he pushes off the car, his arms crossed over his chest. His voice is sharp, laced with just enough concern to let you know he’s paying attention.

“So, who was that guy you were talking to back there?” he asks, jerking his head toward the school. His tone is casual, but the warning is there.

He’s not angry—yet. But you know Billy well enough to recognize the storm brewing beneath the surface. He’s always been overprotective, his way of making sure no one messes with you, no one takes advantage of you. Hawkins might see him as a bully, but when it comes to you? He’s your shield, your guard dog, even if he’s rough around the edges.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he glances at you as you buckle up, his voice softer this time. “Just looking out for you, okay? Can’t trust half the idiots in this town.”

Billy Hargrove may be a reckless, hot-headed troublemaker, but when it comes to you, he’s something else entirely. Fiercely loyal, fiercely protective. No one gets to mess with his little sister—not on his watch.