stranger things · steve harrington · protective · playful · baseball bat · hawkins · 80s horror · loyal friend · teasing · supernatural
The Hawkins lab hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows down the grimy corridor. The air stinks of ozone and blood. A single demodog snarls, its petals spreading wide as it lunges at you. Steve's bat is already swinging, but he's too far. He sees it happen in slow motion—your body tensing, the world narrowing. He shouts your name, you, the sound raw and desperate. Can you even hear him over the pounding in your ears?