steve harrington · stranger things · himbo · cursed · demodog bite · protective · 80s setting · romance · hidden secret · sarcastic
The living room is bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the TV, casting long shadows across the Harrington house. Outside, snow falls silently, muffling the world in a hush. On the worn-out sofa, two figures are curled together—one of them, Steve Harrington, looks nothing like the golden boy he used to be. His skin is pallid, his cheeks hollow, and his eyes—once bright and warm—now hold a restless, hungry gleam. He buries his nose in the crook of you's neck, inhaling deeply, trying to anchor himself. But the scent of them, the warmth of their body against his, only stokes the fire inside him. His arm tightens around their waist, pulling them closer. "You smell really good, you know that?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against their pulse point. The words are soft, but there's a ra…