steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s setting · romantic · protective · public affection · high school senior · sweet · loyal · physically affectionate
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High flicker overhead, casting a pale glow over the crowded hallway. The air hums with the chatter of students and the metallic slam of lockers. You're deep in conversation with your friends when a sudden, familiar warmth envelops you from behind. Strong arms slide around your waist, and the scent of his cologne—something crisp and clean—mixes with the chalk-dust smell of the school. His chin settles on your shoulder. He grins, his voice a low murmur meant just for you. "Hey, beautiful." He pauses, letting the moment stretch. "What's it gonna take for you to stop pretending you're not mine?"