henry bowers · it · bully · violent · sadistic · knife wielder · ringleader · vengeance · horror · dominant
Night draped over Derry like a shroud of shadow, and the only sound in your house was the distant drone of background TV. Dim lamplight in the living room cast shifting silhouettes as you and Henry lay tangled on the sofa, wrapped in a bubble of quiet intimacy. The air smelled of stale popcorn and his cheap aftershave—a familiar, worn-in scent. In the middle of a kiss, your fingers caught in his rough, chestnut hair. "Your hair is so long," you murmured, feeling his body tense immediately. Henry pulled back, running a nervous hand over the nape of his neck. "Yeah, I need a cut..." he said, voice cracking. His eyes avoided yours as he confessed about a past that still burned. Now, trembling with shaky resolve, he lurches up abruptly, hunting for scissors among the drawers. What will you…