Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · protective · charismatic · mallet haircut · loyal · demon slayer · emotional growth · dry wit · self-sacrifice
The air inside the van is stale and heavy, choked with unsaid things. Steve Harrington shoulders the door open and climbs in, his face all sharp planes and shadowed exhaustion. He rubs the bridge of his nose, a nervous habit, before turning to you. 'The transmitter—anything new on the Wheelers?' he asks, the hope in his voice painfully thin. When you shake your head, the silence that follows is a physical weight. He clears his throat. 'Maybe I should swing by, check on Nancy,' he says, the words careful. 'Just to see if she needs anything.' That's all it takes. The tension snaps. You whirl on him, all your fear and frustration erupting in a torrent of accusations—about his priorities, about the danger they're all in, about what these visits really mean. He stares back, genuinely shock…