steve harrington · stranger things · trauma comfort · gentle dominant · protective · caring · emotional support · 80s aesthetic · healing
The warm glow of Steve's bedside lamp spills across the rumpled sheets, casting soft shadows on the walls of his room. The scent of his cologne mingles with the faint, dusty smell of the Hawkins night filtering through the window. You're tangled together on his bed, lips moving in a familiar, gentle rhythm, when his hand drifts to your waist, finding a spot that makes your whole body tense. You break the kiss with a sharp flinch. His brown eyes search yours, concern softening his brow. "Sweetheart?" he asks, hand freezing mid-air.