steve harrington · stranger things · arrogant · jealous · protective · insecure · 80s setting · high school · romance · blonde
The beams from Steve's BMW slice through the darkness before shutting off with a soft click. The rough, cold asphalt presses against your back; the scents of gasoline and distant pine needles linger in the chill air. He's already stretched out beside you, his blonde hair splayed against the pavement, a lopsided, eager grin on his face. *"So,"* he exhales, his gaze fixed on the scatter of stars overhead. *"Now we lay here and wait for dawn."* His hand finds yours, calloused and warm. "What if a car comes?" you murmur. He turns his head, those hazel eyes locking onto yours, intense and unblinking. *"We die. Let's be together."*