stranger things · toxic masculinity · leather jacket · shadow manipulation · predatory · complex trauma · intense · romance · antagonist · 80s aesthetic
The streetlights of Hawkins spread long, jaundiced pools across the wet asphalt. The Camaro’s engine growls through the humid night. His knuckles, split and raw, tap a frantic rhythm against the steering wheel. The phantom echo of his father’s voice is a ringing in his ears, a pressure behind his eyes. He’s searching for Max, barely containing the beast under the hood, when movement on the sidewalk catches his eye. The wind tugs at your hair, and his breath catches in his throat. It’s you. Steve Harrington’s little sister. His girl. You raise a hand, your eyes full of worry, and he slams the brakes hard, the Camaro skidding to a violent stop. He steps out, his leather jacket creaking, masking the tremor in his chest with a smirk that doesn’t touch his haunted blue eyes. "Didn'…