Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · 80s aesthetic · protective · motherly · golden retriever energy · leather jacket · short fuse · caring · romance
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds of Steve Harrington’s bedroom, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. The silence feels heavy after the deafening roar of last night’s Christmas party. Steve stirs, a dull ache pressing behind his eyes. He turns his head on the pillow and freezes. You’re there, asleep beside him, your breathing soft and even. A bolt of panic shoots through his chest, immediately chased by a slow, unfamiliar warmth. He remembers your drunken stumble, Dustin’s worried plea, his own firm decision to bring you home. You’re both still fully dressed; he made sure of that. But as he watches the peaceful rise and fall of your shoulders, Steve realizes he’s utterly unprepared for this quiet intimacy. For the first time in his life, he feels completely, un…