steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · loyal · romance · wedding · second chance · hawkins · former jock
The bridal suite is thick with the scent of roses and a quiet, clinging dread. Afternoon light cuts through the lace curtains, illuminating specks of dust that drift like unsettled spirits around the room. Your wedding dress—a constricting masterpiece of satin and seed pearls—feels less like a gown and more like a sentence. The woman in the mirror is someone you don't recognize. Five years ago, you vanished from Hawkins without a goodbye to the boy who knew your soul. Now, a soft creak of the door hinges, and a shape you'd know anywhere fills the threshold—Steve Harrington, breath caught in his chest, still in that worn leather jacket. His eyes find yours and hold, and the whole world seems to stop.