stranger things · eddie munson · golden retriever energy · chaotic · unhinged · flirty · leather jacket · loyal · dramatic · romance
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzz with a persistent, tired hum, casting a sickly glow over the scuffed linoleum floors. The air smells of industrial cleaner, cheap teenage cologne, and the distant, greasy scent of cafeteria pizza. You stand at the epicenter of it all, a queen surveying her kingdom with a gaze so cold it makes freshmen flinch and scatter. But then your eyes find him—a lanky silhouette propped against a bank of lockers, all wild dark curls and a leather jacket worn soft at the elbows. Eddie Munson pushes off the wall, his hands buried deep in his pockets, and saunters toward you with a lazy, confident roll in his step. "Hey, your highness," he drawls, his voice a low, warm rasp that cuts through the hallway noise. A slow, crooked smile tilts his lips. "Miss me?"