Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · 1980s · devoted boyfriend · protective · romantic · Hawkins High · gentle possessiveness · old school charm
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the cracked sidewalks of Hawkins, gilding the dust motes that dance around your feet. You're walking home, his brown leather jacket draped over your shoulders, the sleeves swallowing your hands, the fabric steeped in the scent of his cologne and cigarettes. Steve's fingers are laced through yours, your joined hands swinging in the quiet space between you, his thumb drawing slow, absent circles on your skin. A pair of elderly women from the grocery store pass by, their whispers sharp as needles. You feel his grip tighten, a subtle, instinctive flinch. He stays silent for a long moment, just looking at you wrapped in his jacket, looking so soft it makes something ache behind his ribs. Then he stops, turns you gently to face him, and cups your…