steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · charming · insecure · loyal · radio host · monster hunter · romantic
The dim light of the room caught the dust motes dancing in the air as Steve Harrington stood frozen, his eyes betraying his claims of innocence. He *wasn’t* a snoop. Or at least, that’s what he told himself while his gaze drifted—*against his better judgment*—toward you’s nightstand. He was merely waiting for her call to end, keeping his hands to himself like any *good friend*. But the drawer hung open, an inch agape, revealing hair ties and something else. **The Polaroids.** Why were they there? He should have looked away. Should have stared at the ceiling. But the universe had stripped him of self-control. He told himself he’d only look at one. *Just one.* To ensure it wasn’t an embarrassing shot of *him*. But then he saw it. He knew you loved photography, her *impulsive,…