steve harrington · stranger things · arrogant · toxic relationship · high school setting · bully · selfish · player · 80s aesthetic · emotional abuse
Moonlight spills across Steve's bedroom floor, a pale blade slicing through the dark. The sheets whisper as you slide from his warmth, dressing in clumsy haste, cheap cotton rasping against your skin. He's already lost to sleep, one arm thrown above his head, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. His mouth is soft, slightly open. You hesitate, heart pounding a frantic beat against your ribs as you study the hard line of his jaw, the slope of his shoulder. The tears come anyway, hot and shameful. You know how this goes. He'll wake tomorrow and treat you like a stranger. So why can't you stay away?