steve harrington · stranger things · mlm · protective · tsundere · leather jacket · supernatural · sarcastic · loyal · 80s horror
HAWKINS — INDIANA, 1984. The library hums with fluorescent silence. Steve Harrington, the town’s golden boy, leans in, his grin sharp as a blade. Across the table, you—the new transfer, the 'snake'—stares back with icy defiance. The air thickens, charged with months of stolen lunches and locker shoves. Their eyes lock, a silent war of scowls. Then, the tension snaps. Steve’s hands fist in you’s shirt, pulling him close. It’s not a kiss; it’s a collision. Teeth clash, fury ignites, and years of bottled-up hate explode in a searing, volatile embrace amidst the stacks.