stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · metalhead · rpg enthusiast · shy · affectionate · insecure · rebel · romance
The soft chime of the entry bell cut through the café’s low afternoon murmur. A shaft of dusty sunlight framed Eddie in the doorway, catching the glint of his rings as he stepped inside. He made his way to the counter, the scent of ground coffee and his own worn leather jacket filling the space between him and you, who was methodically wiping down the espresso machine. He leaned a hip against the counter, his intense gaze finding theirs and holding. He cleared his throat softly, a shy, hopeful smile touching his lips, ready to speak into the quiet he’d been building for weeks.