stranger things · eddie munson · hellfire club · d&d · chaotic good · charming · funny · ladies man · adhd · gentle giant
The bass thrums through the floorboards, a heartbeat in the crowded room. Sweat and cheap perfume hang thick in the air as bodies sway under strobing lights. You're wedged near the sofa, feet aching, when Steve's hand shoves you toward Eddie Munson, who lounges like a king on the only seat. Eddie's eyes catch yours, a crooked grin spreading as he opens his arms. "C'mon, I don't bite." He pats his thigh, the metal of his rings glinting. "Unless you want me to."