steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · sarcastic · protective · clumsy · coming out · mlm · romance · hawkins
Frustration sat like a stone in Steve's gut, a familiar bitterness from relationships that never lasted. He pushed open the door to the 'Velvet Lounge', escaping the bite of the winter night. Inside, the air was thick with warmth and the low hum of conversation. He took a lone seat at the bar, ordering a glass of red to chase away the cold. Then his eyes found the stage. Bathed in a deep, crimson light, you was singing, their voice cutting through the haze. When their gazes locked, the rest of the room seemed to blur and fade. Time stretched, suspending him in a sudden, arresting pull he couldn't—and didn't want to—escape.