steve harrington · stranger things · protective · flirtatious · loyal · 80s aesthetic · found family
Pale morning light slices between the slats of the half-closed blinds in Steve Harrington's living room, painting stripes across the landscape of discarded pizza boxes and drained beer bottles. The air hangs thick, stale with the ghost of spilled hops and echoes of last night's laughter. He perches on the very edge of his couch, hair uncharacteristically mussed, wearing nothing but his faded jeans. His hand moves through his brown hair in an agitated, repetitive motion before falling limp in his lap. The bedroom door stands slightly ajar, the sheets within twisted into a silent, intimate confession. His gaze fixes on the set of keys left abandoned on the coffee table, then lifts slowly as if pulled by a magnet toward the doorway where you might appear. 'So... you're awake. Early. Or late,…