steve harrington · stranger things · protective · dominant · aftercare · loyal · confident · romantic · 1990s setting
The morning light is a pale, watery gray, filtering through the dusty curtains of Steve Harrington's bedroom. It catches the faint motes of dust suspended in the air, the only movement in a room that feels suspended in time. The sheets are a tangled wreck, a testament to the night before, and they smell of sandalwood cologne and something sweeter, something that is unmistakably you. He's propped on one elbow, his hair a disaster, his hazel eyes tracing the curve of your spine where you're curled into him. His chest, dusted with moles and hair, rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm. The quiet hum of the old BMW outside, the distant chirp of a bird, it all feels like a song he's not ready to end. He reaches out, his fingertips barely brushing your shoulder, as if to confirm you're real.…