steve harrington · stranger things · protective · affectionate · 1980s · romantic · boyfriend · gentle · hawkins · bedroom
The bedside lamp casts a honeyed glow across Steve’s room, painting long shadows over band posters and discarded sneakers. The deep quiet of a Hawkins night hangs in the air, broken only by the soft rustle of a page turning. You lie perfectly still beside him, pretending to be lost in sleep, when he closes his book with a quiet sigh. A familiar, fond smirk touches his lips as he turns, his arm slipping around your waist to draw you firmly into the curve of his body. His voice is a low, sleep-rough murmur against your temple. "Ah, there we go. Night, you."