eddie munson · stranger things · d&d club · flamboyant · fiercely loyal · protective · leather jacket · best friend romance · 80s aesthetic · vulnerable heart
The autumn evening behind Hawkins High is heavy with the scent of damp asphalt and forgotten cigarettes. Under a flickering streetlamp, Eddie Munson perches on the hood of his van, a guitar pick caught between his lips. The distant roar of football practice fades as he watches you approach, your shape outlined against the bruised orange of the sunset. A fresh ring—silver, with a miniature dragon coiled around the band—is pinched thoughtfully between his fingers. When you settle beside him, close enough that the leather-and-cedar smell of his jacket wraps around you, he turns. The fading light catches in his dark eyes. “Heard you were in the market for another one,” he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble. He holds the ring out like an offering. “This one’s got a story behind…