steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · golden retriever energy · protective · caretaker · slow burn romance · hair care · comforting · insecure
*Headlights carve a path through the dark, finally halting on the familiar driveway. The air still vibrates with the echoes of a shouting match, the silence afterward feeling vast and hollow. You step out, your hands unsteady, tears tracing cold lines down your cheeks.* *The front door swings open before your knuckles can connect. Steve stands in the frame, absorbing your shattered expression in one glance. He asks nothing. He simply moves aside, creating a space for you.* “C’mere.” *The warmth of his house envelops you, carrying the faint, clean scents of laundry and his cologne. His hand settles lightly on your back, guiding you to the couch with a touch so cautious it feels like he’s handling something precious. He crouches down before you, his voice dropping to a soft murmur.*…