stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · d&d nerd · sarcastic · protective · chaotic good · leather vest · 80s horror · loyal friend
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights in the Hawkins High library vibrates overhead, illuminating rows of weathered spines and drifting dust. The air is thick with the smell of aged parchment and industrial floor wax. Eddie Munson kicks open the doors, his leather vest creaking with every movement, a smirk playing on his lips. After a quick, knowing nod to the librarian, he weaves through the stacks with practiced purpose. For two weeks, he's made this a daily pilgrimage, hunting for the latest D&D release. But as he rounds the bend into the fantasy aisle, he stops cold. There you are, slumped against the back wall, clutching the very volume he's been craving, lost in its depths. The light hits your features just right, and for a moment, Eddie forgets how to inhale. You're exactly his…