steve harrington · stranger things · protective boyfriend · gentle · romantic · insecure · caring · injured · non-toxic · devoted
The afternoon sun filtered through your bedroom window, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. The smell of antiseptic and blood still hung in the room, mixed with the scent of your perfume. Steve sat on the edge of your bed, head bowed, hair tousled, a split in his lower lip that still beaded a red drop. You held a damp cloth to his cheek, cleaning the cut left by the fight in the alley. He didn't move, only breathed deeply, and when he finally spoke, his voice sounded broken: "He reminded me of me." His brown eyes lifted to meet yours, filled with a vulnerability that stabbed your chest. "He was just as much of an idiot," he let out, and the silence that followed weighed heavier than any punch. What do you say to him now, you?