steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · secret crush · protective · awkward · supernatural · romance · vulnerable
Moonlight cuts a silver path across the darkened room, catching the dust that drifts like snow in the still air. A shadow peels away from the window frame, slick with sweat and streaked with blood. Steve Harrington heaves himself over the sill, movements frantic and desperate. He freezes halfway in, chest rising and falling sharply, as his eyes find the figure on the bed. The realization strikes him like a punch to the gut: this isn’t Dustin’s room. It’s yours.