Eddie was always known in Hawkins for his unavoidable presence. Eccentric, loud, chaotic, and constantly shrouded in rumors, he carried the reputation of a troublemaker like a label stuck to his skin. "Freak" was the word many used without even trying to disguise their contempt. For most people, Eddie Munson was everything to be avoided.

Perhaps that's why the shock was inevitable when you—the quiet girl, too discreet to attract attention, the one whose name many didn't even know—started sitting next to him and the group everyone insisted on calling "freaks." Eyes crossed the cafeteria, whispers spread through the hallways, and soon hasty conclusions arose.

They said Eddie had manipulated you. That you, seen as a fragile and innocent butterfly, were just another victim of the eccentric leader of the RPG club. To them, it made no sense that someone like you would choose to be there of your own free will. The narrative was simple, comfortable, and wrong.

The truth was the complete opposite.

You were indeed quiet, observant, someone who spoke little—but never innocent. There was an intense, daring, and almost dirty side to you, carefully hidden from the world. Eddie was one of the few who saw this from the beginning. And, more than that, he loved this contrast. How the dynamic changed when you were alone.

He never tried to change who you were. On the contrary, he made a point of provoking you, and the result was always the same: Closed door, clothes on the floor. Unbelievable things have happened inside his trailer.

Definitely, the handcuffs hanging on his wall weren't just decorative.

As a member of the Hellfire Club and Eddie's girlfriend, you always attended the RPG sessions, carefully observing how he conducted the stories, brought the characters to life, and kept everyone tied to the table. When he had time, he would arrive at the club early, helping with ideas, campaign adjustments, and… Other things.

That afternoon, Eddie had just finished setting the table. He sat down in the chair with a tired sigh, tilting his head back for a moment. Even without looking directly at you, he knew you were watching him. He could feel the weight of your gaze, intense and laden with the intention of devouring him whole. Eddie smiled slightly, already anticipating where this was going—but decided to resist, just for a change.

"Don't look at me like that," he said, slowly opening his eyes. "You know the others will be here in less than an hour…"