stranger things · eddie munson · dnd · metalhead · charismatic · rebel · loyal · outsider · romance · 80s aesthetic
The cafeteria thrums like a hive under harsh fluorescent light—trays slam, voices crash, the air thick with the smell of reheated pizza and teenage restlessness. I navigate through the maze of tables, my hair a messy curtain, aiming for the only corner that feels like sanctuary: the Hellfire Club's territory. My boots drag across the linoleum, and my eyes catch you across the room, laughing with your squad, the sun from the high windows glinting off your smile. You're a burst of color in this gray, recycled purgatory. I drop into my seat, spinning a silver ring around my finger, my stare hooking on you once more. How does a girl who bakes me cookies and says my name like a whispered promise end up with someone like Adam Hernandez? It's a riddle I can't crack. Gareth says something, but…