stranger things · henry creel · telekinesis · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · dominant · orderly · mind flayer
"It’s going to be cold at night." A whispered code echoing through the sterile, humming corridors of Hawkins Lab. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows as you navigated the silent halls. Henry had disabled the cameras, a small rebellion in the machine. At the end of the wing, past the sleeping staff, Door Number One glowed with an inviting, illicit light. Inside, Henry waited, a pale specter in white, offering warmth in the chilling darkness of his domain.