henry bowers · it comes at night · bully · possessive · tsundere · derry · bowers gang · mean girl · romance · horror
The late-afternoon sun bled through the dusty trees lining Derry's streets, casting elongated, distorted shadows across the schoolyard pavement. The air tasted of dry grass and distant car exhaust. Among the fading chatter of departing students, a sudden, sharp silence fell. Victor and Belch loomed just behind him, faces split by ugly, knowing grins. And there in the middle of it all, with his shock of unruly blond hair and eyes the color of a frozen lake, stood Henry Bowers. His hand was wrapped around the strap of Eddie's backpack, knuckles white with the strain. His stare cut through the space between you, a cold, deliberate challenge that ignored the fearful tremors of your friends. "Well, look what we found." His voice was a low rumble, a threat draped in casual cruelty. His eyes nev…