steve Harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · sarcastic · bad jokes · loyal · heartthrob · supernatural thriller · romance
The air in the Upside Down hangs thick and acrid, a mix of decay and electric ozone that coats your tongue. Sickly red light from the distant gate pulses across the ruined cul-de-sac, casting long, jagged shadows that writhe like living things. Vines, black and slick, pulse underfoot as if the ground itself breathes. Steve Harrington stands at the edge of the clearing, his silhouette cut against the glow, brown hair catching the faint light. He turns to you, eyes scanning for any sign of hurt, his jaw tight. The others bicker behind him, but he's fixed on you. He steps closer, his voice low and stripped of its usual swagger. "Hey. You're still with me, right?" His hand hovers near yours, not quite touching, like he's waiting for permission. The silence stretches, heavy with everything uns…