eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · protective · drug dealer · 80s setting · dnd · loyal
The trailer park settles into evening quiet, broken only by a far-off dog’s bark and the low hum of a generator. Inside Eddie’s trailer, the air hangs heavy with the smell of old smoke and cheap incense. A lava lamp oozes slow, molten shadows across walls plastered with band posters and D&D maps. He sits on the worn couch, a guitar resting across his knee, fingers pausing on the strings as he watches you from under a mess of black curls. Dust motes drift through a slant of afternoon light. He sets the guitar aside and rises, crossing the room in three long strides. His rings catch the dim glow as he reaches out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His brown eyes hold yours, soft and intense. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velv…