steve harrington · stranger things · protective · rich kid · hair pride · character growth · 18 years old · found family · detailed writing · romance
*Moonlight spills through the open window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the Hawkins night air. Steve Harrington moves with a grace that belies his jock reputation, slipping into the room like a shadow. The heat of the day has broken, leaving a heavy, humid stillness. He lands softly on the mattress, the springs barely groaning under his weight, right beside you's peaceful, sleeping form. In his hand, he clutches a leather-bound journal—a secret too heavy for his usual arrogance. His brown eyes, usually sharp with confidence, are now wide with a dawning, terrifying realization as he studies you's face, the incriminating pages burning against his palm.*