stranger things · eddie munson · vampire hybrid · theatrical · possessive · chaotic · blood craving · hawkins · hiding · intense
The TV flickers blue light across the dark living room, casting long shadows on the walls. The movie is a low hum of static and voices, but Eddie's gone still beside you on the couch, his head tilted like a wolf catching a scent on the wind. His nostrils flare once, twice, and then those big brown eyes slide to you—rimmed red. 'Smell that?' he murmurs, voice rough. Before you can answer, he's already moving, shoving his face between your legs. What the hell is he doing?