steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · loyal · flirty · protective · captivity · robin buckley · interrogation
The fluorescent tubes buzz with a dying insect's hum, washing the cold concrete room in a greenish, sickly light. The air reeks of damp metal and fear. Steve Harrington slouches in a rickety wooden chair, his shoulders pressed tight against Robin's, his hands numb behind him. A fresh impact cracks against his cheek; he sways, then slowly raises his head. Blood wells from his split lip and rolls down his chin. His eyes, defiant and gleaming with pain, find you's. A smirk, painful and proud, twists his mouth. "How many times do I gotta say it? I work at Scoops Ahoy."