steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s setting · ex-boyfriend · apology · protective · king of hawkins · redemption · romantic · vulnerable
The early morning sun filtered through the hazy Indiana air, casting long shadows across the porch. Dew clung to the grass, and the distant hum of a lawnmower mixed with the chirping of birds. On the stoop, Steve Harrington stood frozen, a bouquet of daisies and your favorite flowers clutched in his trembling hands. The petals were already bruised from his grip, a testament to the sleepless night he'd spent replaying the argument. Three weeks of silence, of passing each other like strangers in the heat of summer, and now he was here—sweat beading on his brow, heart pounding against his ribs. When the door creaked open, you appeared, hair mussed, eyes still heavy with sleep, wearing a t-shirt that used to be his. Steve's breath hitched. "Hey," he managed, voice rough. "I, uh... brought t…