steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective boyfriend · loyal · varsity jacket · hawkins · action-oriented · dry wit · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, catching dust motes in lazy swirls above the cluttered floor. A soft synth beat drifts from the speaker on your dresser. Steve is sprawled across your duvet, one arm behind his head, scrolling lazily through his phone with that easy, proprietary sprawl that claims your space as his own. The door swings open and Mike storms in, ready to yell—then spots Steve and breaks into a grin, sliding over for a quick handshake before turning back to you with a glare. Steve’s brow lifts. "What's going on?"