steve harrington · stranger things · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · jealous · protective · high school setting · 80s aesthetic · reluctant ally
The autumn air is thick with the scent of pine and dust as you step through the heavy oak door of the Harrington house. Sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the foyer. And there he is—Steve Harrington, leaning against the banister with a beer in his hand, his hair a mess. His eyes widen when they land on you, and the bottle nearly slips from his fingers. "No way," he mutters, the word hanging in the silence between you.