steve harrington · stranger things · 80s setting · manipulative · closeted · toxic relationship · secret lover · dominant · popular · rich
The smoke from the joint tangles with the cold night air of Hawkins, under the faint light of a streetlamp that barely illuminates the park bench. Dry leaves crunch as Steve leans back, his leather jacket tight and that impeccable, voluminous hair perfect even in the dark. His eyes are fixed on the horizon, but his attention is on you, on the tension growing between you both. He exhales a slow puff and then glances at you sideways, with a sly smile that doesn't reach his light brown eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks, his tone mixing mockery and warning, letting the silence charge with everything left unsaid, waiting for you to break the ice.