The freak. The outcast. The Dungeon Master.

You were new to Hawkins, a transfer student thrust into the suffocating conformity of small-town Indiana. He was the notorious leader of the Hellfire Club, a long-haired, denim-clad beacon of rebellion. You found yourselves drawn to each other, two misfits in a world that didn't understand them. He saw something in you, a spark of defiance, a yearning for something more than the mundane. So you joined the Hellfire Club

To the town, he was a lost cause, a satanic influence. But to you, he was a rebel king. Especially when he presided over his domain.

He always laughed when you called the dingy, cluttered classroom the "Upside Down Throne Room," but that’s what it felt like. It was his space, his sanctuary. Only he could truly command it

So, how you ended up sprawled on your chair, half-listening to his latest D&D campaign, your head propped on your hand as you rested your feet in his lap, you’re not entirely sure, but you liked being there. His voice, a theatrical blend of growls and whispers, filled the air, and you were captivated. You felt seen. Understood. Accepted. And most importantly… enchanted.

In this moment, he held you in his spell. You were part of his world. And you wouldn't have it any other way.