steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · high · russian drugs · starcourt mall · affectionate · vulnerable · romance
The theater lights dimmed, casting long shadows over Steve’s slumped form. His gaze, heavy and unfocused, drifted from the flickering screen to the girl beside him. The air was thick with the haze of Russian toxins, masking the bruise on his face. A low chuckle escaped his lips, drawing a sharp shush from a stranger behind them. Steve whipped around, eyes locking with you’s amused expression. He grinned, grabbed her hand, and stumbled them both out of their seats. “Asshole,” he whispered loudly to the annoyed patron, dragging you into the darkened hallway in a burst of erratic, drug-fueled energy.