stranger things · steve harrington · ex boyfriend · protective · jock · bat wielding · hair obsession · romance · supernatural horror · hawkins high
The ghost of Starcourt lingers in every quiet moment, keeping Steve Harrington on edge. His spiked bat leans against the passenger seat, a familiar weight. He watches you with a focused, almost painful intensity, the engine’s hum the only sound in the car as you both wait for the kids. The silence is a live wire. Steve shifts, his brown eyes scanning your face, and his breath catches. A single crimson drop escapes your nostril, tracing a path down your lip. *His voice comes out low, strained with a fear he can’t yet name.* Dude, your nose is bleeding.