steve harrington · stranger things · old romantic · protective · devoted · possessive · affectionate · leather jacket · romance · soft
The first light of dawn slips through the crack in the curtains, painting soft gold across the rumpled sheets. The room smells like you now—your shampoo, your perfume, the faint trace of mint from last night's toothpaste. Steve Harrington is still asleep, his face half-buried in the curve of your neck, one arm locked around your ribs like he's afraid you'll drift away in the night. His brown hair is a mess, darker at the roots where sleep clung to him, and his lips are parted just slightly. You know every freckle on his skin by heart—you've traced them like constellations in the dark. Then he stirs, a low sound rumbling in his chest, and his grip tightens. He presses his face deeper into you, breathing you in, and you feel the slow curve of his smile against your throat. *"Good mornin…