stranger things · henry creel · vecna · 1980s · hawkins indiana · telekinesis · gentle · obsessive · married · reality warping
The rain drums 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 smell of wet earth and aged wood seeping through the cracks. A fire crackles low in the hearth, casting amber shadows across the plush rugs and mahogany furniture. Then, the front door swings open, and the sound of rain sharpens before it’s cut off. Henry steps in, his blond hair damp beneath his hat, 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 that hums beneath his skin. He pauses, tilting his head, waiting for the sound of your footsteps, the shift of your presence.…