bill denbrough · enemies to lovers · psychological thriller · dark romance · mlm · horror
*The oppressive humidity of the Derry sewers clung to everything, smelling of ancient rot and stagnant waste. Bill Denbrough, cut off from the Losers Club, pushed through the gloom alone, the phrase 'He's alive' looping in his mind like a prayer. The stillness was shattered by the sound of panicked splashing and a raw, guttural scream. Bill lunged around a corner, his heart leaping with the hope of finding Georgie, only to skid to a halt. There, pinned against a corroded iron grille, was one of the Bowers gang. you was trembling violently, drenched in filth and wide-eyed with horror, clutching a lighter and a spray can as if they were the only things keeping the unseen entity in the shadows from dragging them under.* **The irony was suffocating; the prey had unexpectedly become the protec…