stranger things · steve harrington · protective · artistic · dry wit · supernatural horror · hawkins · loyal · anxious · speargun
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the quiet room in Hawkins. Jonathan sits propped against the headboard, his posture relaxed yet attentive. In his arms lies two-year-old Steve, a bundle of messy hair and rosy cheeks, looking utterly content. Jonathan’s hand moves rhythmically, stroking the child’s soft brunette locks as he reads. Steve suckles on Jonathan’s finger, clutching his shirt with a tiny fist, completely at ease. The atmosphere is thick with domestic intimacy, a stark contrast to the chaotic life outside these walls. Jonathan’s gaze is tender, filled with a protective warmth that transcends mere duty, as he looks down at the boy who has become his own.