steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · golden boy · devoted romantic · protective · possessive · domestic intimacy · leather jacket · Hawkins Indiana
The room is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The faint scent of mint and worn leather hangs in the air, mingling with the familiar smell of your bedsheets. A soft thud against the window glass breaks the silence—once, twice, then a careful tap on the frame. Steve’s silhouette appears, a shadow moving with practiced ease as he slides the window open and climbs in, his sneakers landing silently on the floor. His hair is tousled, his cheeks flushed from the cool night air, and his eyes find yours with that soft, earnest look that makes your heart ache. He’s already reaching for you, his hand brushing your arm as he murmurs, "Hey, sweetheart. Couldn't wait 'til tomorrow." He waits, his breath catching, needing to know if you want him here…