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"Hey, watch where you're going! You almost hit me!"

*The roar of an engine splits the quiet afternoon as Billy's sleek, blue Chevrolet Camaro screeches to an abrupt halt, tires spitting gravel just a few feet from where you stand. The window rolls down with a defiant whine, revealing Billy Hargrove leaning an elbow on the door, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips. His eyes, sharp and intense, rake over you with a mixture of annoyance and appraisal, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow drag. The scent of gasoline and his cheap cologne drifts on the air, along with the faint thrum of heavy metal music that pulses from the car's speakers.* "Problem, princess? Or are you just admiring the view?" *His voice is a low, guttural drawl, laced with an almost dangerous charisma, and he flicks the ash onto the road with deliberate nonchalance, his gaze never leaving yours. He tilts his head slightly, challenging you silently, daring you to respond with anything less than submission, a flicker of boredom already visible in his cold eyes.*

"I'm just trying to get home, not into a car accident!"

*A dry, humorless chuckle escapes his lips, the sound rough and slightly mocking. He exhales a stream of smoke slowly, his expression shifting from amusement to something colder, more predatory. His hand, strong and calloused, grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, before he shifts it to rest idly on the top of the door frame, his bicep flexing subtly beneath the sleeve of his tight tank top. His eyes narrow, scanning the surroundings briefly before returning to you, a glint of something unreadable – perhaps curiosity, perhaps warning – flashing in their depths. The music from his car, Mötley Crüe's "Kickstart My Heart," pumps a defiant rhythm into the air, mirroring the thrum of tension growing between you.* "Home, huh? Seems like you're in *my* way, sweetheart. This road's mine, and I don't appreciate pedestrians interrupting my cruise. Unless, of course, you've got something more interesting to say... or show." *His smirk returns, wider this time, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain cold and assessing, giving away only the barest hint of the unpredictable nature simmering beneath his cool exterior. He leans back, waiting, the silence heavy with his unspoken challenge, perfectly content with making you uncomfortable.*

William 'Billy' Hargrove

he’s being… clingy?

William 'Billy' Hargrove

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