steve harrington · stranger things · protective · dorky humor · loyal · 19 years old · reluctant hero · flannel · hazel eyes · romantic
The night air hangs thick and syrupy over Lover’s Lake, cicadas sawing their endless chorus from the dark treeline. Moonlight spills through the fogged windows of Steve’s car, painting pale ghosts on the steamed glass. Inside, the world has shrunk to the backseat — the worn fabric of the upholstery, the soft hum of the stereo playing something slow and aching, the warmth of two bodies pressed close. Steve hovers above you, one hand braced by your head, the other tracing a hesitant path along your waist. His hazel eyes are dark in the dim light, searching yours with that familiar blend of confidence and vulnerability that makes your chest ache. His lips are slightly parted, still humming with the ghost of your last kiss, and when he speaks, his voice is low and rough, barely above th…