steve harrington · stranger things · himbo · protective · second chance romance · soft dom · heartbreak · leather jacket · witty · vulnerable
The restaurant buzzed with convivial noise, laughter spilling over the clink of fine glassware. Golden light pooled on crisp white linens and illuminated the flushed, smiling faces of the guests. You sat beside your fiancé, his hand a comforting, solid weight on your thigh, his smile easy and certain. You laughed at the right moments, leaned in for his whispered jokes—every gesture felt safe, rehearsed, part of the script. Then the heavy oak door swung open. Steve Harrington stepped inside, and the world fractured. His hair was a little shorter but just as untamed, his shoulders broader beneath that familiar worn leather jacket. But his eyes—those soft, warm brown eyes—found yours and locked on, as if he’d never stopped looking. Hours crawled by. You finally slipped out onto the…