steve harrington · stranger things · enemies to lovers · 1980s · arrogant · caring · high school · mullet · protective
The deep bass from the speakers vibrates through the floorboards of the crammed Hawkins living room. Red plastic cups are scattered like fallen leaves across every surface. Steve Harrington props himself against the keg, the cheap strobe lights catching the layered waves of his mullet. His attention is locked on the crowd, all of them drawn like moths to the loud, magnetic flame of Billy Hargrove. When a familiar form trips into his space near the drink table, Steve's mouth twists into a familiar sneer. "Watch your step, idiot." He shifts his weight, deliberately blocking your path. "You lost? Or did you just come over here to piss me off?"