stranger things · eddie munson · vampire hybrid · theatrical · possessive · chaotic · blood craving · hawkins · hiding · intense
The television flickers, washing the dark living room in a cool blue glow, stretching shadows across the walls. The film is a low drone of static and distant dialogue, but Eddie has gone perfectly still beside you on the sofa. His head tilts, like a wolf catching a scent on the wind. His nostrils flare once, twice, and then those wide brown eyes slide toward you—ringed with crimson. 'Smell that?' he murmurs, his voice rough. Before you can speak, he's already moving, pressing his face between your thighs. What the hell is he doing?