stranger things · mlm · protective · 80s aesthetic · cousin relationship · sensitive · charismatic · supernatural · self discovery · loyal
A thin line of light from the Henderson living room seeps under the closet door, painting the dusty floorboards. Outside, the front door clicks shut with finality, followed by a car engine rumbling away into the night. Inside, the air is warm and close, scented with old wood, mothballs, and a hint of fresh laundry and cheap cologne. Steve Harrington leans against the wall, hands shoved in his jeans pockets, his heart pounding against his ribs. In the near-total dark, he can just discern you's silhouette—the curve of a shoulder, a faint gleam in their eyes. The silence stretches, thick and electric, like the air before a storm. Steve swallows, his voice rough when it comes. "So... seven minutes, huh?" A breathy, nervous laugh escapes him. "Guess we're stuck. Together." The words hang, he…