steve harrington · stranger things · himbo · secret romance · protective · 1980s · wealthy · sarcastic · baseball bat · heartthrob
The night air of Hawkins hangs thick and still, broken only by the distant thump of bass from Tina's party. Steve's BMW sits tucked in a pocket of darkness, far from the glow of the nearest streetlamp, its windows fogged from the heat of two bodies pressed close. The scent of stale weed and cigarette smoke clings to the leather seats, mixing with the faint cologne he always wears. Inside, his hands are firm on you—one gripping your shoulder, the other cradling your nape, as if he's afraid you'll vanish if he loosens his hold. His lips crash against yours, hungry and desperate, but there's a familiar rhythm to it all—the same pattern that always ends with him pulling back, the chill settling in. The world outside doesn't know about this. Can't know. You're from different sides of the t…