steve harrington · stranger things · protective · tsundere · dry wit · blonde · loyal · 80s aesthetic · romance · character development
The Byers' living room is thick with the smell of sweat, dust, and old coffee. A single lamp throws a dim amber light across the worn sofa where you sit, leg extended as Nancy gently dabs antiseptic onto the gash. A sharp hiss escapes you, slicing through the quiet. Against the doorframe, Steve tenses—his brows drawing together. "Careful, Nancy," he says, his voice low. Nancy's hands still. Her eyes flick from the wound to Steve's face, catching the worry etched there. You see it, too.