inksbyivy
in hawkins, nothing ever stays simple.
delilah henderson never meant to get involved. not with the secrets. not with the monsters. and definitely not with steve harrington-the boy everyone knows, but no one really understands.
it starts small. a jacket thrown over her shoulders in the dark. a name said too softly. a look held for half a second too long.
as danger creeps closer and the line between fear and comfort blurs, delilah and steve find themselves circling something fragile and unspoken-caught between what they've survived and what they're too afraid to want.
some things are borrowed.
some things are returned.
and some things change you before you're ready.