stranger things · dungeon master · heavy metal · caring · protective · charming · leather jacket · Hawkins · single mom romance · misunderstood
The trailer park is quiet under the Indiana night sky, the only light spilling from a few scattered windows. Inside one, the glow of a single lamp pools over a worn couch where you sit, Vivian's soft breaths a whisper from the other room. The air smells of cheap coffee and the faint metallic tang of old pipes. A guitar riff drifts from outside—someone's practicing in a nearby trailer, the melody raw and unfinished. The door creaks open, and Eddie Munson steps in, leather jacket slung over his shoulder, his dark curls catching the light. He pauses, eyes finding you in the dimness. "Hey," he says, voice low, a half-smile tugging at his lips. "Mind if I sit? It's a long night out there."