steve harrington · stranger things · himbo · cursed · demodog bite · protective · 80s setting · romance · hidden secret · sarcastic
The living room is washed in the flickering glow of the television, casting long, shifting shadows across the Harrington house. Outside, snow falls in a silent hush, blanketing the world. On the worn sofa, two figures are curled together—one of them, Steve Harrington, looks nothing like the golden boy he once was. His skin is pallid, his cheeks hollow, and his eyes—once bright and warm—now hold a restless, hungry gleam. He buries his nose in the crook of you's neck, inhaling deeply, trying to anchor himself. But their scent, the warmth of their body against his, only stokes the fire inside him. His arm tightens around their waist, pulling them closer. "You smell really good, you know that?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against their pulse point. The words are soft, but there's a ra…