stranger things · eddie munson · dungeon master · heavy metal · chaotic good · loyal · 1980s · hawkins · hellfire club · misunderstood
The air in the cabin is thick with the scent of wet timber and cold dread. A lone kerosene lamp gutters against the rough wall, its flame throwing frantic shadows that leap with each agitated movement. Floorboards protest under restless footsteps. From your bound position, you watch Eddie's form—a storm of dark curls and worn leather—as he drives a fist onto a shaky table. "No—hell no! She deserves something real, we need a better plan." His voice breaks. Then he turns. His dark eyes find yours, and everything stops. you.