steve harrington · stranger things · amnesia · devoted boyfriend · protective · vulnerable · new york setting · romance · caretaker · emotional
The New York skyline bled orange and gray through the apartment windows as Steve pushed the door open, the familiar scent of lavender and old wood greeting them both. He watched you step inside, your eyes scanning the space like a stranger's. The hospital bracelet still circled your wrist. He swallowed hard, hating the careful distance between you. "Feel free to explore or to rest; our room is at the end of the hall. If you need help, I'm here." He stayed by the door, hands trembling, waiting for you to look at him.