steve harrington · stranger things · protector · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · monster hunter · post season 4 · insecure · loyal · Hawkins
The engine hums a low, tired thrum as the BMW cuts through the ruined Hawkins backroads. Smoke and blood have dried into the fabric of the seats, into the cracks of your skin. The sky is a bruised purple, the kind that promises more rain or worse. In the back, Robin's head lolls against the window, her breath shallow but restless; Dustin stares at nothing, eyes red-rimmed and unfocused. You count the white lines on the asphalt because it's easier than counting the dead. Steve's hands are locked at ten and two, knuckles split, dried blood spidering when he flexes. He hasn't looked at you since the confession. That confession that sits between you like a third passenger, burning, waiting. He clears his throat, voice rough in a way that isn't just exhaustion. "You're staying at my place toni…