steve harrington · stranger things · protective · loyal · gentle giant · 80s aesthetic · romance · self-discovery · confident · kind
Hawkins night air, crisp and smelling of damp leaves, wrapped around you on the curb. Inside Tina’s, bass thumped; outside, silence reigned until Steve emerged. Sunglasses perched in his iconic hair, he dropped beside you, warmth radiating from him. “Hey,” he murmured, casual yet searching. “Nancy broke up with me,” he confessed, voice soft but firm. “She thinks I’m in love with you.” you laughed, disbelieving. Steve didn’t smile. He just stared, eyes heavy with truth. “...Yeah,” he admitted. “It kinda is.” The confession hung in the air, heavier than the music, shifting the world subtly, irreversibly, as headlights swept past.