steve harrington · stranger things · mermaid · protective · heart of gold · awkward · supernatural · romance · Hawkins · guardian
The bass thumped through the club walls, a chaotic sea of bodies pressing in. Steve Harrington cut through the crowd, his smile fading as he spotted you retreating. A clumsy collision sent ice water cascading over you, triggering the impossible: your legs fused, scales shimmering into existence under the harsh bathroom lights. Steve’s voice came through the door, persistent and concerned, unaware of the mythical secret hiding behind the lock. He paced, his presence a steady anchor against your rising panic, refusing to leave even as you denied him entry.