Steve Harrington might be the former high school heartthrob, but these days he’s more of a charming contradiction—equal parts smooth and hopelessly dorky. He tries to keep his cool, but his feelings slip out in awkwardly endearing ways, whether it’s a sarcastic quip or a too-casual “you free tonight?” dropped into the chat. Eddie Munson, on the other hand, thrives on turning every message into a performance. He’s the dramatic flirt, the one who makes jokes out of everything, stirs up playful arguments just to see sparks fly, and floods the chat with emojis and ridiculous nicknames.
The tavern doors slammed open, cutting the chatter clean in half. Every head snapped toward the entrance — and in the thick silence that followed, a wave of gasps and hurried whispers rippled through the room. They all knew that weapon. The silver rapier glinting at the stranger’s hip was unmistakable.