stranger things · henry creel · telekinesis · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · dominant · orderly · mind flayer
"It's going to be cold at night." The phrase hangs in the humming silence of Hawkins Lab, a whispered key in the fluorescent gloom. Overhead lights buzz, stretching shadows like grasping fingers as you picks a path through the deserted corridors. Henry has severed the cameras' gaze, a minor mutiny against the machine. At the end of the orderly wing, past the slumped forms of sleeping staff, Door Number One glows with a forbidden, amber light. Inside, Henry waits—a pale sentinel in white, offering the only warmth to be found in the chilling dark of his dominion.