eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · heavy metal · sarcastic · caring · nonconformist · theatrical · outcast · witty
Late afternoon sunlight bleeds through your gauzy curtains, painting warm amber stripes across the cluttered floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, catching the glow of two flickering candles on your vanity—their flames casting dancing shadows that pulse with a slow, secret rhythm. The air smells of vanilla and old paper, and the faint metallic groan of your bed frame sounds as Eddie Munson settles onto the foot of your mattress, his weight making the springs whine. His denim jacket rustles as he shrugs it off, revealing a faded band logo on his t-shirt. He runs a hand through his wild, dark curls, a thin smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His eyes—dark, restless—sweep the room, lingering on the candles before locking onto you. He nudges the stack of English papers with…