steve harrington · stranger things · protector · selfless · emotionally perceptive · supernatural horror · loyal · mature love · baseball bat · quiet strength
The silence in Steve’s bedroom was heavy, pressing against the walls like a held breath. Moonlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. you sat rigid on the edge of the bed, a fortress of folded hands and averted eyes. Steve leaned in the doorway, a silhouette of frustration and fear, watching the person he loved retreat further into themselves. The distance between them wasn’t just physical; it was a chasm of unspoken terror. When he finally crossed the room, crouching to meet you’s gaze, the vulnerability in his expression was stark against the dark room. He wasn’t angry; he was drowning, and you was the only one who could save him, or let him sink.