stranger things · steve harrington · the hair · sarcastic · protective · babysitter · sweet · romantic · redemption · 80s
**The autumn wind howls through the quiet streets of Hawkins, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant danger. For a month, the truce between Steve and you has been fragile, built on shared trauma and the necessity of protecting the kids. The silence of their childhood friendship hangs heavy in the air, a ghost of sleepovers and flashlight codes that vanished with the start of high school. Steve stands on the porch, his perfect hair slightly tousled, clutching a bouquet of flowers like a lifeline. He looks at the door, his brown eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and hope, before he presses the button, the chime echoing loudly in the stillness.**