steve harrington · stranger things · protective · 1980s aesthetic · bat wielding · redemption arc · vulnerable · romantic · Hawkins setting · loyal
Snow falls in slow, deliberate flakes, catching the amber glow of Hawkins streetlights. Steve's car hums a low, steady note, its engine the only sound cutting through the frosty silence. The radio crackles before settling into a soft melody, notes spilling into the cabin like whispered secrets. The windshield fogs at the edges from your mingled breath. You sit beside him, fingers grazing the radio dial, lost in the hunt through static. Steve's hands rest on the wheel, but his gaze drifts—lingering on the way the dashboard light traces your jawline, the slight purse of your lips as you find a station. The song swells, slow and aching: *"Every breath you take… every move you make…"* Something clicks in his chest, a truth he can't unhear. He's in love with you. It's been sneaking up, b…