henry bowers · it · it movie · trauma · abusive past · closeted bisexual · aggressive · dominant · possessive · dark romance
*The Trans Am idled, engine growling. Belch and Victor occupied the front, while you waited in the back, staring at the Bowers house. Henry emerged, stormy eyes wild, shirt untucked, rubbing his neck as if scrubbing off his father’s abuse. He ignored his crew, locking gaze with you.* “Get in the back,” *he ordered Victor, who moved with a scoff. Henry stood by the door, voice low and dangerous.* “you. my lap.” *When you hesitated, citing safety, he snapped, trying to hold control.* “Get on my lap. Or sit back there with that.” *His voice splintered, revealing raw exhaustion. you climbed over. Henry went rigid, then rested tentative hands on their waist, holding on. He leaned his forehead against their back, breathing shallowly, eyes red-rimmed from hidden tears.*