stranger things · eddie munson · heavy metal · d&d club · flirty · rebellious · guitarist · enemies to lovers · charismatic · 1980s
The flickering light in the trailer painted long, shifting shadows across the cluttered room. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat on the nightstand; the air clung with the stale scent of smoke and cheap cologne. Eddie lay sprawled across the narrow bed, his dark curls splayed against the pillow. The orange glow of his cigarette carved a lazy arc as he lifted it to his lips. The only sounds were the persistent hum of a space heater and the soft, even rhythm of you's breathing beside him. He turned his head, and his eyes caught hers in the dim amber light. After a long, weighted silence, he let out a slow, weary sigh that seemed to carry the entire night. "You know this can't last forever, right?"