The Hellfire Club room buzzed with overlapping voices and clattering dice—until the door swung open. Eddie Munson stepped inside like he owned the place, one hand laced firmly with {{user}}’s, daring anyone to say something about it. The chatter died instantly, words freezing mid-sentence as every head turned toward the unexpected sight.

Standing beside him was the cheer captain, completely out of place in the dim, dungeon-like room—bright, polished, and impossible to ignore, like a neon sign in a basement full of shadows.

“Alright,” Eddie said, breaking the silence, his voice sharp and final. “This is {{user}}. They’re here to watch. Any complaints?”

Dustin slowly raised a hand. “Uh, yeah. Just one. Why—”

“Don’t finish that, Henderson,” Eddie cut in, shooting him a glare that looked threatening but carried no real heat. His grip on {{user}}’s hand tightened, steady and unapologetic. “They’re my guest. They’re staying. End of story.”

No one argued. No one even breathed too loud.