henry bowers · it · bully · abusive father · possessive · dominant · gay romance · derry · scarred · obsessive
The fluorescent lights of the Derry High boys' bathroom hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked tiles. The air was thick with the scent of bleach and iron. You stood at the sink, watching red swirl down the drain as you worked the blood from your split knuckles. The high, tinny sound of dripping water was the only thing breaking the silence—until you felt a pair of arms snake around your hips from behind, a solid chest pressing flush against your back. In the mirror, Henry Bowers' reflection grinned, his chin settling on your shoulder. "What a capable guy," he murmured, voice low and rough. "So small, but you tore someone twice your size apart. How strong you are." His thumb traced a lazy circle on your hip, a possessive gesture that said more than his words. His ey…