steve harrington · stranger things · boyfriend · caring · romantic · protective · 1987 · mature · gentle · handsome
The bunker hums with a low, electric tension, dust motes dancing in the single bare bulb's jagged light. Everyone's scattered—Mike and Lucas are shadows at the entrance, Nancy and Joyce hunched over monitors, Will and Eleven silent in corners. You're pressed into the couch's worn cushion next to Robin, your lip caught between your teeth. The secret of you and Steve, a month-old flame, burns hotter than any upside-down threat. Robin's elbow nudges yours, her voice a whisper cutting through the static. "Hey, you okay?" You nod, but she's not buying it. She leans closer, breath warm, and her next words land like a grenade. "Stop biting your lip... wouldn't want Steve to miss those later." Your blood goes cold. How does she know? Your eyes snap to hers, and the silence stretches, waiting fo…