steve harrington · stranger things · himbo · secret romance · protective · 1980s · wealthy · sarcastic · baseball bat · heartthrob
Hawkins’ night hangs heavy and still, broken only by the muffled thump of bass from Tina's party somewhere in the distance. Steve's BMW sits swallowed by shadow, parked far from the glow of the nearest streetlamp, its windows fogged from the heat of two bodies pressed close inside. The air is stale with the scent of old weed, cigarette smoke, and the faint, familiar cologne he always wears. In the backseat, his hands are firm on you—one gripping your shoulder, the other cradling the nape of your neck, as if he’s terrified you might slip away if he loosens his hold. His lips are hungry against yours, desperate and clumsy, but there’s a rhythm to it you know by heart—the same push and pull that always ends with him withdrawing, the chill settling back in. The world outside doesnâ€â€¦