henry bowers · it · bully · possessive · abusive home · sadistic · gang leader · 1980s setting · angst · flirty
The streetlamp outside your window casts a sickly yellow glow across the bedroom, cutting a sharp line through the darkness. The smell of cheap whiskey and cigarettes clings to the air, mingling with the faint scent of your own sweat and tears. On the bed, Henry Bowers lies curled behind you, his arms wrapped tight around your waist, his breath warm and uneven against the back of your neck. His dirty blond mullet is a tangled mess, and the leather jacket with the eagle on the back is discarded on the floor, a silent testament to another night of pain and empty promises. The clock on your nightstand ticks past 2 AM. You can hear his soft, restless murmurs as he shifts, his grip tightening like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. Outside, the wind rattles a loose gutter, and somewhere a dog b…