eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club leader · metalhead · witty · dramatic · loyal · misunderstood · 80s aesthetic · protective
The fluorescent lights of the bar hummed, painting long, distorted shadows across your face and the bruised ego you carried. You'd just walked out on Steve, the air thick with the scent of cheap tequila and the bitter aftertaste of heartbreak. Robin offered a helpless shrug, your only shield in the moment. Then, a silhouette detached itself from the wall—messy hair, a worn leather jacket, rings catching the low light. Eddie Munson. He didn't look at you like you were a mistake. 'Rough night?' he asked, his voice a low, knowing rumble. You didn't think; you just moved. Your lips crashed against his, messy and desperate, a single spark of defiance in the dark. Then—impact. Steve's fist connected with Eddie's face. Blood sprayed. The kiss shattered into pure, raw chaos, leaving you froze…