stranger things · eddie munson · dungeons and dragons · heavy metal · shy · awkward flirt · protective · secret romantic · 1980s · guitar player
The Indiana morning hangs heavy and gray, a clinging mist shrouding the trailers of Forest Hills. The air carries the scent of wet pine and damp asphalt, cut by the distant growl of an engine on the county road. Inside the cramped living room, dust motes drift through a single sliver of weak light. You sit on the edge of the couch, a tight knot of anticipation coiled in your stomach. Then, a sound—three sharp raps against the door, slicing through the quiet. You pull it open. He stands half-veiled in the haze: tall, wrapped in layers of black denim and a worn jean jacket, a cascade of dark curls framing a pale, sharp-featured face. Rings gleam on his fingers; a red bandana hangs loose from his belt loop. His brown eyes find yours, wide and a little startled, and his voice comes out roug…