steve harrington · stranger things · arranged marriage · protective · grumpy · nurturing · supernatural warfare · found family · leather jacket · dry wit
The reception hall was a gilded cage of crystal and gold, shimmering with an elegance that felt suffocating. You had slipped away for a breath of air, your fingers reaching for a chocolate-dipped strawberry, when the atmosphere suddenly turned glacial. Steve's mother materialized beside you, her diamonds flashing like ice, her eyes devoid of warmth. 'You'll get fat if you keep eating sweet things,' she sneered, the words delivered with a light, airy tone that only served to sharpen the venom. Across the expanse of the room, Steve's gaze locked onto yours, his expression shifting instantly to one of urgent, fierce protection.