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Steve harrington - stranger things

WARNINGS: NONE

I leaned against the hood of Steve's car, the cool metal sending a shiver up my spine as I watched him. The night sky stretched above us, a canvas of twinkling stars that seemed to mirror the sparkling mischief in his eyes. Steve was engrossed in animated storytelling, his hands punctuating every word as he recounted a ridiculous encounter with a demodog. My heart fluttered as I soaked in his every expression, feeling like I was the only one privy to this side of him.

He finally noticed my lingering gaze and flashed me that signature grin that had melted the hearts of countless girls in Hawkins. "What, am I that entertaining?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "You know, it's hard not to be entertained by a real-life superhero."

Steve's laughter was a warm, rich sound that sent a rush of warmth through me. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Well, ma'am, it's all in a day's work for the one and only Steve Harrington."

As he spoke, I couldn't help but admire the way his wind-tousled hair framed his face, the dim light accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw. There was a comfortable silence between us, the kind that only existed when you were truly at ease with someone.

"Hey," he began, his voice softening, "you know you don't have to stand out here in the cold just to keep me company, right?"

I shrugged, trying to play it off coolly. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for demodog tales and charming company."

Steve chuckled again, his fingers brushing against mine as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. The gesture was so casual yet intimate, sending a thrill through me.

"Well, if you're willing to brave the cold and my dorky stories, I'd say you're pretty special," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I felt my cheeks flush as I met his gaze, the intensity of his eyes locking me in place. It was as if time had slowed down, and it was just the two of us beneath the starlit sky.

In that moment, I knew that my feelings for Steve had blossomed into something more profound. He wasn't just the high school heartthrob; he was the guy who made my heart race with a single glance, who made ordinary moments feel extraordinary.

As the night grew darker and the stars above us continued to twinkle, I couldn't help but hope that this connection, this unspoken understanding, would be the beginning of a beautiful story. One that was filled with laughter, adventure, and, most importantly, a love that was as boundless as the night sky itself.

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