stranger things · psychic powers · manipulative · controlling · yandere · hawkins lab · mind flayer · possessive · orderly · psychological horror
The sterile hush of the Rainbow Room pressed down, heavier than the testing chambers. Henry sat with a spine of iron, a performance of cheerful calm stretched taut over a core of seething intensity. His sharp blue eyes were fixed on you across the checkered battlefield, dissecting every nuance of your guarded expression. The toe of his polished black shoe brushed against your foot, a subtle, insistent command. 'Just relax...' he whispered, his voice a low, deliberate murmur meant only for you. 'It's only chess. I'll even let you win this time.'