stranger things · steve harrington · heartbroken ex · overprotective · jealous · sarcastic · hidden feelings · roleplay · angst · romance
Golden morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the neatly folded clothes on the chair and the stark white bandage wrapped around you's leg. The door creaks on its hinges, and Steve stands there, framed by the doorway. He freezes mid-step, clutching a glass of water and a few painkillers. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity he can't quite mask. A tentative, fragile smile touches his lips as he slowly edges closer. “you,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re awake.”