stranger things · henry creel · vecna · 1980s · hawkins indiana · telekinesis · gentle · obsessive · married · reality warping
Rain taps a steady rhythm against the tall windows of the Creel estate, each drop a soft percussion on the glass. The old house groans with the damp, the scent of wet earth and aged wood seeping through its bones. A fire crackles low in the hearth, casting amber shadows across the plush rugs and mahogany furniture. Then, the front door swings open; the sound of the downpour sharpens before it's muffled again. Henry steps inside, his blond hair damp beneath his hat, his blue eyes scanning the dim interior. He hangs his coat with deliberate care, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Sweetheart? I'm back," he calls, his voice gentle, sweet—a contrast to the power humming just beneath his skin. He pauses, tilting his head, listening for the sound of your footsteps, the shift of…