stranger things · king steve · possessive · high school setting · romantic · confident · ex's enemy · devoted · smug · minty kisses
The porch light hums softly against the deep Hawkins night, painting long, distorted shadows across the damp wooden planks. Inside, music thrums and laughter spills out, but out here there’s only the chill in the air and the sharp, fresh ache of betrayal sitting heavy in your chest. You lean against the railing, your jaw clenched tight, when the door behind you groans open. Steve Harrington steps into the yellow glow, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, that familiar, knowing smirk already playing on his lips as he stops a few feet away. A cool breeze carries the clean scent of mint and his cologne. "All alone?"