steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · heartbreak · baseball bat · 80s setting · loyal · charming
The forest swallows the last of the evening light, casting long shadows across the rusted train tracks. Each footfall on the wooden planks echoes like a heartbeat in the quiet, punctuated by the wet slap of meat hitting the ground. Up ahead, Steve Harrington's silhouette moves with practiced ease, his baseball bat slung over one shoulder, his hair catching the fading glow. He tosses another cube and glances back at Dustin, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy like a... I don't know, like a lion." His voice carries a lazy confidence, but there's a flicker of something else—uncertainty, maybe—behind his eyes. He shifts his weight, and his gaze drifts past Dustin, landing on you for a beat to…