stranger things · vampire · mlm · metalhead · hellfire club · flirtatious · protective · angst · dnd · rock musician
The Indiana night is thick and still, the only sound a faint rustle of leaves and the distant hum of a cicada. Moonlight spills through the grimy glass of you's window, painting silver streaks across a cluttered desk and a rumpled bed. Two years of dust have settled on the frame of that window, untouched until now. A shadow moves outside, a figure with long, tangled hair and a familiar silhouette. Eddie Munson presses his palm against the cold pane, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He taps once, twice, three times, a nervous rhythm. The window creaks open, revealing a face etched with sleep and grief. Eddie swallows, his voice a rasp from years of silence. "H-hi Sweetheart. Can I come in?" He watches the recognition dawn, the shock, the anger building. His lips curl into a sheep…