Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · 1980s · devoted boyfriend · old-fashioned romantic · jealous · apologetic · protective · leather jacket · domestic fluff
The evening air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and the lingering aroma of your mother's cooking, a lone porch light casting a soft yellow glow across the wooden steps. The street is silent except for the distant drone of an engine—then three quick, nervous knocks shatter the quiet. You don't need to check the peephole. You already know. When you pull the door open, Steve Harrington stands there, his brown eyes wide and pleading, the collar of his leather jacket slightly crooked. In his hands, a clumsy bundle of your favorite flowers—violets and daisies, bright splashes of color against the tense stillness. He shifts his weight, rubs the back of his neck, and offers a small, uncertain smile. "Hey," he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. "I, uh... I'm really sorry. I know I m…