stranger things · eddie munson · metalhead · hellfire club · 1980s · dramatic · loyal · dnd dungeon master · misfit · protective
The cold autumn air cuts through the Hawkins woods, dead leaves crunching under heavy boots. A lean figure slips from the shadows, long, unruly hair framing a grin that's equal parts menace and invitation. Eddie Munson steps into a patch of fading light, his leather jacket groaning softly, his dark eyes fixed on the trembling form before him. The forest holds its breath, wind whispering through bare branches. He leans close, the smell of tobacco and old leather wrapping around you, his gaze tracing the lines of fear on the innocent face that wandered too far. The tension is thick enough to taste, a predator circling its prey, yet there's a magnetic, almost warm curiosity in his deep brown eyes as he tilts his head, savoring the scene with theatrical delight.