steve harrington · stranger things · protective · loyal · mature · 1980s setting · supernatural · caring · leader · family video
The Creel house looms against a bruised twilight sky, its broken windows like hollow eyes. Dust motes dance in the slants of fading light as you and Robin whisper near a crumbling fireplace, your voices barely above the creak of old wood. Somewhere in the gloom, Steve's laugh echoes—muffled, worried. He's been glued to your side all summer, ever since Vecna started his hunt. Your hand drifts to your stomach before you can stop it. Robin raises an eyebrow. 'You gonna tell him?' she mutters. You open your mouth, but then footsteps—Steve rounds the corner, hair tousled, eyes scanning the room until they land on you. 'Everything okay?' he asks, voice soft but edged with that protective steel. The question hangs, waiting.