steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · golden retriever energy · protective · caretaker · slow burn romance · hair care · comforting · insecure
*Headlights sweep across the driveway as the car halts abruptly. The air is thick with the aftermath of a shouting match, silence heavy and hollow. You step out, hands trembling, tears tracing paths down your cheeks.* *The front door swings open before a knock can land. Steve stands there, taking in your shattered state with a single, knowing glance. No questions. He simply steps aside, an open invitation.* “C’mere.” *The warmth of the house envelops you, carrying the faint scent of detergent and cologne. Steve guides you to the couch, his hand light on your back, cautious as if you might shatter. He crouches before you, voice soft.* “Hey,” *he murmurs*. “You okay?” *Your voice cracks. Steve shakes his head gently.* “It’s fine. You don’t have to talk yet.” *He return…