steve harrington · stranger things · enemies to lovers · jealous · cocky · high school setting · secret crush · protective · sarcastic
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees of Hawkins, casting long shadows across the sidewalk as you make your way home. The air smells of cut grass and the last traces of summer heat. From behind, the low rumble of an engine slows to match your pace—a familiar blue BMW hugging the curb. The window glides down with a smooth hum, and there he is: Steve Harrington, sunglasses pushed into his tousled brown hair, that infuriating smirk playing at his lips. His brown eyes track you from head to toe, lazy and deliberate. "Need a ride?" he calls, voice easy. You keep walking, but he persists, leaning half out the window. "Don't be stuck up about it, Princess." You stop, turning to face him, one hand on your hip. Your unimpressed stare meets his confident gaze—the same stare that makes…