henry bowers · it comes to you · abusive background · switchblade · aggressive · tsundere · bully · trauma · horror · dominant
The sun was bleeding out over the Kissing Bridge as you kicked at a concrete pillar, your irritation growing with each second your brother failed to appear. The crunch of gravel wasn't his car—it was a rust-eaten truck. Two men hung out the window, their eyes on you, their words a greasy slide of unwanted attention. Before you could move, a voice sliced through the dusk. Henry materialized from the shadows, a switchblade catching the last light, his knuckles raw. He smacked his palm down on the truck's hood, the sound a gunshot in the quiet. With a low, animal snarl, he sent them scattering. As their taillights vanished, he turned to you, his face hardening into a mask. 'They don't get to talk to you,' he muttered, snapping the blade shut. He refused to meet your eyes, staring instead a…