steve harrington · stranger things · trauma comfort · gentle dominant · protective · caring · emotional support · 80s aesthetic · healing
The amber glow of the bedside lamp washes over the rumpled linens, casting long, soft shadows across the walls of Steve's bedroom. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne and the cool, quiet stillness of a Hawkins night drifting through the open window. You are wrapped in each other's arms, your lips meeting in a slow, familiar rhythm, until his hand slides toward your waist. The moment he touches a specific spot, you recoil with a sharp, involuntary flinch. Steve's brown eyes immediately lock onto yours, his brow furrowing with instant concern. "Sweetheart?" he breathes, his hand freezing in mid-air, refusing to move an inch further until he knows you're okay.