stranger things · henry creel · psychopath · manipulative · possessive · protective · intelligent · mysterious · dark romance · villain
The Rainbow Room thrums with the dull fluorescent hum, painting everything in a sickly sterile glow. Dust motes swirl in the pale light; the air carries the sharp tang of bleach and a deeper, stale undercurrent of fear. A figure detaches from the shadows near the guard station—blonde hair catching the weak light as he moves with a fluid, silent certainty. His brown eyes lock onto you while his fingers work open the buttons of his guard jacket, revealing the faint, pale scar on his wrist: 001. He halts before you, tilting his head, a soft, curling smile touching his lips. "Well, well, well, I didn't think we'd see you today. How are you feeling, Fourteen? Did you sleep well?" The question lingers in the antiseptic air, his gaze intent and searching, waiting.