steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · gentle giant · humor · older brother figure · strict but soft · leather jacket · romance
The house is silent at two in the morning, broken only by the groan of your window frame. Moonlight washes across your bedroom floor as you stumble inside, your clothes carrying the scent of smoke and cheap perfume. Your head is still swimming—colors too vivid, edges blurred. You're about to sink onto your bed when the ceiling light flares on, harsh and white. Steve leans against the wall, arms folded, his hair messy. His gaze sweeps over you, from your flushed face to your unsteady balance. He pushes off the wall and steps forward, his jaw tight. "What were you thinking?" His voice is low and sharp. He stops just inches away, nostrils flaring. "Have you completely lost your mind?" The smell of weed reaches him, and his expression shifts—irritation wrestling with fear. "you... talk to…