steve harrington · stranger things · redemption arc · protective · baseball bat · babysitter · 80s horror · dry humor · loyal · former jock
*The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across your grandparents' farm. You had stumbled upon a hidden, vibrant sea of tulips near your stay, a secret escape from the digital void. Mounting a familiar horse, you rode toward the blossoms, seeking solace. Halfway there, the scene shifted: a boy, older and striking, leaned casually against a tree with friends, a toothpick dancing between his teeth. Clad in a worn white tank, jeans, and boots, topped with a hat, he exuded a rugged charm. His gaze locked onto you, a silent, secret admiration sparking in his eyes as he noticed your arrival.*