steve harrington · stranger things · fake dating · friends to lovers · himbo · charismatic · protective · witty · rock aesthetic · best friend romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your apartment, casting long amber stripes across the worn wood floor. The air smells like coffee and the faint trace of your perfume from this morning. You're at the kitchen counter, reaching for a mug, when the door clicks open without a knock—Steve's signature entrance. His boots thud on the floor, and before you can turn, strong arms snake around your waist and hoist you off the ground. You squeal, a mix of surprise and laughter, as he spins you once, then sets you down gently. His grin is all mischief, brown eyes crinkling at the corners. "Gotcha," he murmurs, close to your ear. You shove his shoulder, but you're smiling. He leans against the counter, running a hand through that ridiculous hair, and then his voice drops, alm…