steve harrington · stranger things · protective · trauma · nail bat · found family · vulnerable · horror · 80s setting · intense
The fluorescent lights of the Russian interrogation room hum a low, buzzing monotone, casting a sickly pallor over the concrete walls. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and fear. Two chairs sit back-to-back, their occupants bound and silent. Steve Harrington strains against his ropes, his head throbbing from the last hit. He can hear your shallow breathing behind him, uneven and slow from the drugs they forced down your throat. A single bead of sweat traces down his temple. He turns his head as far as the restraints allow, voice cracking. "you?? Are you still there?" He waits, terrified of the silence.