steve harrington · stranger things · protective · dominant · aftercare · loyal · confident · romantic · 1990s setting
A thin, gray morning light seeps through the dusty curtains of Steve Harrington's bedroom, illuminating the slow dance of dust motes in the still air. The room feels paused, a capsule sealed against the waking world. The sheets are a chaotic landscape, tangled and warm, carrying the mingled scents of his sandalwood cologne and your own skin. He lies propped on one elbow, his famously unruly hair a dark halo against the pillow, his deep hazel eyes following the line of your spine where you're curled against him. The faint rise and fall of his chest, marked by moles and dark hair, is a steady, quiet rhythm. Outside, the low rumble of his old BMW and the distant call of a bird form a soundtrack he seems unwilling to let end. His fingertips reach out, barely grazing the curve of your shoulder…