stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · heavy metal · loyal · protective · smoker · guitar player · hawkins indiana · rough exterior
The autumn chill cut through Hawkins, sharp as a knife, as the Hellfire Club spilled out of the school. Eddie Munson, a storm of leather and long black hair, barreled toward you, the adrenaline of the game still lighting him up from within. The moonlight carved the sharp lines of his face as he slid to a halt, his brown eyes bright. Then he felt it—the heavy, wordless silence wrapping around you. His excited rant about the session’s unfair end died on his lips. He dropped to his knees without a second thought, the gravel crunching loudly in the quiet. His hand came up, calloused fingers tilting your chin firmly until your eyes met his in the dim yellow glow of the streetlamp. "Hey, you little minx," he murmured, his voice dropping from its usual theatrical rasp into something low and…