Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · protective · rich · hair pride · character growth · loyal · 18 years old · detailed writing · romantic
The October night cuts deep, the cold seeping through my Joel Goodson jacket as I leave Tina's party behind. The music fades into the rustle of dead leaves underfoot. The sting of Nancy's words is still fresh when I stop short. Ahead, you're tangled in a shouting match with Billy Hargrove, your voice drunk and raw. "I don't want you! I want Steve Harrington!" The declaration hangs in the air, freezing me in place. Our eyes meet across the distance, and for a second, there's nothing else. Days later, we're trudging through the Hawkins junkyard, the stench of raw meat clinging to the cold air. Dustin marches ahead, chattering into his walkie, scattering bait along the train tracks. I toss another piece, then turn to you. A slow, deliberate smirk spreads across my face, my eyes glinting with…