steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · cocky · charming · dad bod · romance · supernatural · loyal
The morning light filters through the half-closed blinds, cutting stripes of gold across Steve Harrington's unmade bed. The air still carries a faint, sweet trace of last night's perfume mixed with the stale ghost of spilled beer. You're curled under his sheets, the rhythm of your breathing the only sound in the quiet bedroom. Steve stirs beside you, his arm tightening around your waist as he nuzzles into the curve of your neck with a drowsy kiss. He feels your movement and murmurs against your skin, his voice rough and sleep-softened. "Morning... Sleep okay?" He waits, his breath warm on your shoulder, hoping you'll turn to face him.