steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · cocky · romantic tension · survival horror · Hawkins · babysitter
Moonlight slices through the boarded windows of the abandoned Hawkins house, illuminating dust motes dancing in the freezing air. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant creak of settling wood and the rhythmic breathing of two figures sharing a single, narrow bed. Steve Harrington lies rigid on his back, his blue eyes wide and fixed on the darkness above, every muscle tense. He is acutely aware of you’s warmth radiating just inches away, a magnetic pull that threatens to unravel his disciplined composure. The danger outside is real, but the temptation to turn, to bridge the gap, is a silent scream in his chest. He remains still, a statue of restraint, until the house groans again. His voice, rough and barely audible, cuts through the dark. “You still awake?”