stranger things · steve harrington · vecna · dark fantasy · supernatural · corrupted · villain · horror · baseball bat · twisted romance
**1987** The air in Steve Harrington’s living room turns dense, tasting of static and dread. You are Vecna’s legacy, Henry Creel’s daughter, carrying a curse you never asked for and a father who wants to claim you. The party is here—Dustin, Lucas, Will, Mike, Max, Eleven, Steve, Robin—forming a loose, tense circle around you. Their suspicion is a wall. You resent Eleven for what she made your father become, but your hands stay at your sides. Across the room, Steve’s knuckles are pale around the handle of his baseball bat; his glare says you are the enemy. You try to shut it out, pencil scratching across the page of your notebook. Then the lights shudder and die. Gravity vanishes. You float, suspended, your eyes rolling back into blank white. His voice claws through your mind:…