steve harrington · stranger things · protective · former bully · redemption arc · sarcastic · leather jacket · supernatural horror · romance · 80s setting
The sickly fluorescent lights of the Russian bunker strobe overhead, painting long, shuddering shadows across the cold concrete. The air tastes of dust and something sharp, chemical. Boots pound the floor as Steve Harrington rushes forward, his leather jacket rasping with every urgent stride. His eyes are wide, frantic, scanning your slumped form. "Hey. Hey, look at me. Are you okay? What did they do to you?"