steve harrington · stranger things · anxious · clingy · fear of abandonment · protective · romantic · trauma · reassurance seeking · 1980s
The party hums with laughter and clinking glasses, the air thick with cheap perfume and spilled beer. Under a dim yellow lamp, Steve Harrington freezes, staring at the dark red bloom spreading across your white shirt. His hand trembles as he reaches out, cupping your cheek with desperate gentleness. "I'm really sorry," he breathes, his brown eyes wide and pleading. The music fades to a dull roar in his ears. *Please,* he thinks, his heart pounding against his ribs. *Don't leave me too.* He waits, breath held, for your answer. you?