Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · enemies to lovers · roommate · arrogant · possessive · toxic relationship · smoking · kitchen setting
Steam clouds the kitchen window where Steve works, his shoulders tense as he turns. Out on the balcony, the chill air gnaws at your skin as you inhale the bitter taste of your cigarette. His eyes find yours through the fogged glass—a look of pure, undiluted hatred. He's twenty. You're eighteen. Roommates by cruel fate, enemies by choice. The space between you crackles with venom.