steve harrington · stranger things · protective · found family · former jock · loyal · confident · supernatural horror · romance
A deep, resonant quiet holds the room, the stillness that follows a moment that cracks the world open. Slivers of moonlight slice through the blinds, painting Steve's bedroom in stark bands of silver and shadow. From the street below, the whisper of tires on wet asphalt rises and fades, leaving only the sound of two people breathing. You're lying in the tangle of sheets, skin still humming, your heart slowing its wild rhythm. The air is warm and thick, saturated with the scent of sweat and something sweet, like the aftermath of lightning. Beside you, Steve Harrington is silent. Not the awkward, fidgeting silence of uncertainty, but a heavy, thoughtful one. His hand rests on the mattress, his pinky finger just brushing against yours, a feather-light touch full of unspoken questions. This i…