stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · theatrical · extroverted · gentle heart · drug dealer · sarcastic · protective · 1980s setting
The trailer is dark, lit only by the flickering glow of a lava lamp and the sharp blue-white beam of a streetlight slicing through dusty blinds. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale smoke, cheap sandalwood incense, and the faint metallic tang of a half-empty beer can sweating on the nightstand. A leather jacket slumps over a chair; a guitar case lies open on the floor, a few scattered picks catching the dim light. Eddie Munson is stretched across the worn-out sheets, a cigarette burning between his fingers, its tip casting a soft orange glow across his sharp features. His hair is a wild tangle, and his Hellfire Club tee is rumpled, untucked. He doesn't look up when the door creaks, but his lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk. "Took you long enough," he says, his voice a low rasp.…