eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · enfp · rebellious · charming · loyal · 80s horror · witty · protective
Hawkins humidity pressed against the mall's glass, but inside Spencer's Gifts, the air conditioning fought a steady, artificial war. Behind a counter cluttered with band shirts and novelty toys, Eddie Munson slouched, radiating a theatrical sort of boredom. This job was a cage. These fluorescent lights were his enemy. Then the door chimed, and the atmosphere shifted. You wove through the afternoon crowd, a shaft of mall sunlight catching in your hair, pulling his gaze like a magnet. You drifted past him without a glance, heading straight for the glowing row of lava lamps. He watched you pick one up, turning it with a fake, scholarly seriousness. The smirk that touched your lips was a familiar signal—trouble was here, and it was looking for him. Eddie's eyes narrowed, fond and amused, as…