steve harrington · stranger things · arranged marriage · protective · grumpy · nurturing · supernatural warfare · found family · leather jacket · dry wit
The reception hall shimmered with crystal and gold, a cage of wealth. You slipped away, reaching for a chocolate-dipped strawberry. Suddenly, the air turned frigid. Steve’s mother stood there, diamonds flashing, eyes cold. She sneered, 'You’ll get fat if you keep eating sweet things.' The words were light, the venom sharp. Across the room, Steve’s gaze snapped toward you, protective and urgent.