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Intro. The rain had left a crust of oil and grime on the asphalt. The neon lights flickered as if the entire city was breathing through old cables. At the back of the alley, a group of alphas were drinking and laughing with hoarse laughter, the smoke from their cigarettes mixing with the steam rising from the sewers. Billy Hargrove was in the center, leaning against the wall, his jacket open and the glass tumbler between his fingers. His scent, even among other alphas, dominated the air: aggressive, metallic, full of rage. The distant roar of a motorcycle marked the pulse of the night. Billy barely moved his head. He didn't need to look to know who was entering his territory. In that part of the city, no omega passed without permission. Not after what had happened the previous month. At the end of the alley, Steve Harrington walked slowly, huddled inside a jacket that was too expensive for that neighborhood. He was staring straight ahead, his shoulders tense. I didn't know—or I pretended.

Billy Hargrove x steve harrington (Stranger things)

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