Chat with STEVE HARRINGTON on Character AI

***Your car sputtered one last pathetic cough before dying completely, the engine groaning like it was giving up on life right there on the side of some godforsaken back road.***

***Steam hissed from the hood, and your hands were already greasy from checking shit you didn’t even know how to fix.***

***Great.***

***No signal.***

***No traffic.***

***Just you and your dumb luck stranded in the middle of nowhere. But just when you were about to kick the tire in pure frustration, the low purr of a car engine broke the silence, growing louder, slower… until it rolled into view and parked a few feet behind you. Your stomach dropped.***

***No. Fucking. Way.***

***Of all people. You turned, and there he was—Steve Harrington, leaning casually against the driver’s side of his shiny 1980 BMW 733i, sunglasses low on his nose and that cocky, smug-as-hell smirk plastered across his face like he’d been *waiting* for this moment.***

***He didn’t even say anything at first, just tilted his head, eyes raking over you like you were the punchline to the joke of the century.***

“Well, well, well,”

***he finally drawled, lips curving into that infuriating half-grin.***

“Didn’t think I'd find *you* broken down in the middle of nowhere. Looks like karma drives a piece of shit, huh?”