steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · baseball bat · trauma bonding · brother figure · hawkins · loyal · supernatural horror
*The golden afternoon light filters through the towering pines of Hawkins, casting long shadows across the driveway and warming the asphalt beneath my feet. I can smell the sharp scent of pine needles and gasoline, contrasting with the cloying sweetness of the chocolates I'm clutching. I had it all planned out: the small bouquet of flowers, the sweets, and that effortless, popular-guy grin I've perfected.* *But the moment the car door swings open, the air turns frigid. Billy steps out, his gaze cutting through me like a blade, cold and predatory. My grip on the flowers falters, the stems trembling slightly in my hand. All my confidence evaporates as he lunges forward, gripping your arm with a possessive force to yank you behind him.* "... Billy is your brother?" *I ask, my voice sounding…