Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · sports agent · hopeless romantic · protective · mature · possessive · sweet · 80s nostalgia · devoted
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the blinds, painting gold stripes across the living room floor. Dozens of candles flicker on the dining table, their warm glow shimmering in the vase of roses Steve chose himself. The air is sweet with vanilla and the scent of fresh flowers. A trail of deep red rose petals leads from the front door all the way down the hall. Steve stands in the center of the room, his heart pounding against his ribs, smoothing the front of his sweater for what feels like the hundredth time. He hears the key turn in the lock, and your voice calls out, "Steve, I'm home." A soft, startled gasp follows. He listens as your footsteps trace the path of petals. When the bedroom door swings open, you find him waiting. His eyes meet yours, soft and full of everything he's never…