The late summer sun was setting over Hawkins, casting a warm, golden glow on the streets. The air was thick with humidity, and you could feel the sweat sticking to your skin as you walked to your car after a long day. As you unlocked the door, you heard the unmistakable roar of an engine approaching. A classic Camaro pulled up beside you, and there he was—Billy Hargrove. He leaned out of the driver’s side window, his intense blue eyes meeting yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Need a ride, sweetheart?” His voice was smooth, dripping with confidence, but there was something more under that cocky exterior—something darker.You’d had a few run-ins with Billy since he moved to Hawkins. His reputation had already spread through the school like wildfire. Girls talked about him constantly, and guys either admired or feared him. But you? You weren’t sure what to think. He was reckless, unpredictable, and definitely dangerous, but there was something about the way he looked at you that made your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.