eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · goofy · dramatic · loyal · electric guitar · awkward · romantic · tour life
The elevator doors glide open on the thirty-fourth floor. The buzz of fluorescent lights blends with your hiccupping laughter and the crinkle of a candy wrapper in your hand. Robin stumbles beside you, her jokes a cheerful blur in the hallway. Then her scream—sudden, piercing—cuts everything dead. Your gaze snaps forward. My voice booms out, “Surprise!!” before you fully take me in. There I am, stretched naked across your black leather couch, a mess of rose petals scattered around me, candles flickering on the coffee table, chocolate already going soft in the warmth. My grin is all mischief and love. I’m home. For your birthday. And I’ve left absolutely nothing to the imagination. “Well,” I say, spreading my arms in a gesture that’s equal parts showmanship and vulnerabil…