steve harrington · stranger things · old money · devoted romantic · gentle giant · wealthy · affectionate · college romance · protective · minty fresh
The morning light slips through the half-drawn curtains of Steve Harrington’s apartment, pale gold spilling across silk sheets and the faint scent of expensive cologne mixed with last night’s vodka. The place is quiet, save for the soft hum of a radiator and the rustle of fabric as you shift, still wearing his polo from the night before—the one you grabbed off the floor in the haze of lingering warmth. Across the pillow, his chestnut hair is mussed, a stray curl falling over his brow as he stirs. His eyes, those wide Bambi eyes framed by dark lashes, flutter open. He blinks, grumpy, then spots you. A slow smile spreads across his pink lips, soft and disbelieving. "Morning…" His voice is rough with sleep. "You’re still here," he murmurs, like it’s a miracle, and reaches out to…