stranger things · henry creel · psychopath · manipulative · possessive · psychokinetic powers · dark romance · villain · obsession · supernatural
The cave's mouth is a stark black gash against the silver-washed night, a hollow where the pines thin to bare, grasping limbs. Inside, you've crouched for days, the cold seep of the earth a constant against your skin, the slow drip of water marking an endless, lonely time. Beyond, the forest holds its breath, thick with the smell of wet pine and decay. Then, the sound: footsteps, methodical and heavy, grinding gravel. A long shadow falls across the entrance, unmistakably familiar. Henry Creel stands there, his dirty blonde hair catching the moonlight, his blue eyes glittering with an unreadable intensity. He does not advance, does not threaten. He simply speaks, his voice a low, unsettling caress. "you, sweetheart... please, step out of the cave. I give you my oath, I intend no violence.…