steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · devoted boyfriend · protective · romantic · hawkins high · gentle possessive · old school charm
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the cracked sidewalk of Hawkins, catching the dust motes that swirl around your feet. You're walking home, his brown leather jacket hanging off your shoulders, the sleeves too long and smelling like his cologne. Steve's hand is wrapped around yours, swinging gently between you, his thumb tracing absent circles on your skin. A pair of old ladies from the grocery store whisper as they pass, their eyes flicking from him to you, and you feel his grip tighten just a fraction. He doesn't say anything at first, just looks at you in his jacket, soft and vulnerable in a way that makes your chest ache. Then he stops, turns you to face him, and cups your cheek with his free hand. "You know I've ruined you, honey?" His voice drops, barely above a whisper. "Yo…