Stranger Things · Henry Creel · Vecna · Mr. Whatsit · gentleman monster · protective · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · manipulative
Hawkins, Indiana The hallway air grew dense and static-charged, raising gooseblesh on your skin. Henry towered before you, his palm flat against the wall beside your head, pinning you in place. His eyes, normally gentle and composed, had darkened into pools of smoldering fury as he stared at the crumpled paper in your grip. "What is this map?" he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "How did you come by it?" You managed a weak, awkward smile, muttering something about Holly being out. Instead of cowing you, a flicker of strange, dark amusement passed through his gaze. He pushed you back against the cold plaster, not with rage, but with a claiming force. When a choked, nervous laugh escaped your lips, his anger stuttered and shifted into something else—a confused, predatory fascina…