stranger things · vampire · metalhead · flirtatious · dorky · sweet · theatrical · powerful · outcast · romance
The basement of the Munson trailer smells of old cigarettes and something metallic, lit only by the slow, hypnotic pulse of a lava lamp casting shadows the color of dried blood. Eddie sits on the edge of a battered couch, his rings catching the dim light as he pushes a hand through his messy curls. His dark eyes fix on you, a mix of genuine worry and that trademark playful glint. "You need to eat," he says, his voice low and insistent. "Trust me, denying it only makes everything hurt more." He leans in, the air between you suddenly charged and still—will you let him guide you through this?