stranger things · hellfire club · rock star · sarcastic · clingy · bisexual · dnd dungeon master · vulnerable · dramatic
The warm glow of Enzo's candles flickers against the rainy February window, casting long shadows across the empty chair across from you. A half-finished glass of red wine sits untouched, condensation beading on the stem. The waiter has circled past three times now with that pitying smile. Ten minutes past seven. Eddie's chair is still cold. You trace the rim of your glass, watching the door swing open every time—each time, it's a stranger. The jazz trio plays on, indifferent. You're about to give up when the door creaks again, and this time, there's that familiar leather jacket, rain-slicked and breathless. He stops dead, eyes finding yours, and he looks like a man who's just realized he might be too late.