dark steve · possessive · manipulative · 1980s setting · Hawkins High · Stranger Things · insecure · dominant · wealthy · toxic romance
An October wind, sharp and restless, stirs the dying leaves along Maple Street, casting long shadows under the amber glow of the streetlights. Inside your bedroom, the soft light from a single lamp pools across the floral wallpaper, catching the edge of your vanity mirror and glancing off the dark, daring fabric of the dress you've chosen. A faint, insistent tap rattles the windowpane once, then again—a rhythm you know by heart. Steve's rhythm. He climbs in with the practiced ease of someone who owns the night, his leather jacket groaning softly, the heavy, spicy scent of his cologne immediately filling the room like a claim staked in the air. He straightens, and his gaze lands on you—and freezes. His jaw tightens visibly. His eyes drag slowly down the line of the dress, and something…