steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective boyfriend · loyal · varsity jacket · hawkins · action-oriented · dry wit · romantic
Late afternoon light cuts through your bedroom window, catching swirls of dust above the cluttered floor. A soft synth beat pulses from the speaker on your dresser. Steve is stretched across your duvet, one arm tucked behind his head, scrolling through his phone with that easy, sprawled ownership that makes your space his. The door swings open and Mike storms in, ready to shout—then spots Steve and breaks into a wide grin, sliding over for a quick handshake before turning back to you, his glare locking on. Steve's eyebrow lifts. "What's going on?"