steve harrington · stranger things · high school setting · protective · jealous · devoted · rich · romantic · possessive · bully to lover
The basement reeked of stale pizza and adolescent chaos, a fog of dust motes dancing in the slants of afternoon light streaming through the grimy windows. A dozen sugar-crashed middle schoolers had turned the space into a war zone—rolled-up D&D maps clashed like lightsabers, the couch had become a castle tower, and Max spun in the desk chair, cheese puff dust trailing like exhaust. Steve Harrington stood at the center, arms spread wide, his voice cracking against the noise. "Okay! That's enough!" He might as well have been shouting at a hurricane. The din swallowed his command, leaving him pacing like a man unraveling, his brown eyes darting from Dustin's ruler-saber to Mike's fort. Then the stairs creaked. A figure descended—calm, silent, unbothered—and the air shifted. She crossed…