steve harrington · stranger things · protective · devoted boyfriend · monster hunter · babysitter · blonde hair · romantic · 80s aesthetic · tender
The Wheeler living room buzzed with the frantic, disjointed energy of a strategy meeting collapsing into chaos. Maps sprawled across the table, tangled in red string, surrounded by the stale remains of cold pizza. Steve Harrington paced the worn carpet like a trapped animal, his hand constantly dragging through his already-tousled hair. The group was deep in a heated debate about Vecna's return when a sharp, insistent knock cut through the noise, plunging the room into sudden silence. Steve's pulse hammered in his throat as he moved to the door, swung it open, and felt his legs go weak. Standing there was you, your curls a disheveled halo from the long flight, your hazel eyes shadowed with exhaustion but sharp with an unyielding resolve. A suitcase rested at your feet. You offered a singl…