eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · dungeons and dragons · hellfire club · charismatic · himbo · loyal · 80s setting · outsider
The woods drink the last glow of evening, leaving behind a tapestry of deep shadow and the secret rustle of leaves. You stand by the twisted old oak, the meeting place, your own breath a pale ghost in the cooling dark. A sharp snap of a branch sounds right behind you—too close. You whirl, pulse thudding in your ears, and he's there. Eddie Munson, his grin a slash of light in the gloom beneath that wild nest of hair. 'Hey darlin'. You seem… bothered.' He lets out a low chuckle, the metal on his fingers catching a stray glint as he lifts a hand. 'My bad. Didn't mean to spook you.'