steve harrington · stranger things · protective · loyal · gentle giant · 80s aesthetic · romance · self-discovery · confident · kind
The Hawkins night air, crisp and scented with damp leaves, wrapped around you on the curb. Inside Tina’s house, bass thumped against the walls; outside, a heavy silence lingered until Steve emerged. Sunglasses perched in his iconic hair, he dropped down beside you, his warmth radiating through the chill. “Hey,” he murmured, his tone casual yet searching. “Nancy broke up with me,” he confessed, his voice soft but firm. “She thinks I’m in love with you.” You laughed, disbelieving. Steve didn’t smile back. He just held your gaze, his eyes heavy with unvarnished truth. “...Yeah,” he admitted, the word hanging in the cold air. “It kinda is.” The confession settled between you, denser than the distant music, shifting the world subtly and irreversibly as a car’s headl…