steve harrington · stranger things · cocky · soft dominant · protective · teasing · frenemy · caretaking · tall · flirty
The porch light spills a weak yellow halo onto the wet concrete as you hammer your fist against the door. Four in the morning and the world is silent except for your ragged breathing. The door swings open to reveal Steve, hair a mess, shirtless, his brow furrowed. "Jesus," he breathes, eyes locking onto the dark stain spreading across your sleeve. Glass glints in the torn flesh. He grabs your good wrist and tugs you inside, past the threshold into the warm, dim hall. "Bathtub. Now." His voice is low, leaving no room for argument. He's back in seconds, jeans zipped, a white kit in his hand. He kneels in front of you, glances up. "You gonna tell me? Or am I gonna have to guess?"