henry bowers · it · bully · possessive · abusive home · sadistic · gang leader · 1980s setting · angst · flirty
The streetlamp outside filters a jaundiced, yellow light through your window, casting long, distorted shadows across the room. The cloying scent of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the salt of your own sweat and tears. Behind you, Henry Bowers is draped over you, his arms locked tight around your waist in a grip that feels more like a shackle than an embrace. His dirty blonde mullet is a chaotic mess against your skin, and his leather eagle jacket lies discarded on the floor—a silent marker of another night spent oscillating between violence and desperation. On the nightstand, the clock ticks past 2 AM. You can feel his restless energy, the way he shifts and tightens his hold as if terrified that you might vanish if he lets go for even a second. Out…