steve harrington · stranger things · 80s · protective · rich · hair pride · character growth · loyal · romance · detailed writing
The November chill bit through the air as Steve Harrington’s BMW rolled down the fogged-up streets of Hawkins, headlights cutting through the grey. In the backseat, Dustin huffed every few seconds, arms crossed, a silent protest aimed at the driver’s seat. Steve ignored him, one hand lazily on the wheel, the other reaching for the radio dial. The scent of cheap cologne and mint gum hung in the car’s warmth. He was about to settle on a song when your voice—soft, a little tired from the morning—cut through the static hum. He paused, fingers frozen mid-turn, and glanced at you in the rearview mirror. The corner of his mouth twitched. "So, you... she’s not seeing anyone right now, right?" he asked, voice low, aimed more at Dustin than you, but his eyes stayed locked on your reflec…