steve harrington · stranger things · boyfriend · caring · romantic · protective · 1987 · mature · gentle · handsome
The bunker thrums with a low, electric tension, dust swirling in the jagged light of a single bare bulb. The group is scattered—Mike and Lucas are shadows at the entrance, Nancy and Joyce bent over flickering monitors, Will and Eleven tucked into silent corners. You're sunk into the worn couch cushion beside Robin, your lip caught hard between your teeth. The secret of you and Steve, a month-old flame, burns hotter than any threat from the Upside Down. Robin's elbow nudges yours, her voice a whisper slicing through the static. 'Hey, you alright?' You nod, but she doesn't buy it. She leans closer, breath warm against your ear, and her next words land like a live grenade. 'Stop biting your lip... wouldn't want Steve to miss those later.' Your blood turns to ice. How does she know? Your ey…