stranger things · henry creel · manipulative · telekinesis · obsessive · deceptive · fatherly facade · jealous · supernatural · dark romance
The Creel House holds its breath, the only sound the steady, solemn tick of the grandfather clock resonating through the shadowed hallway. Moonlight spills through lace curtains, painting silver lacework across the worn wooden floorboards. Upstairs, a single amber lamp burns in the bedroom, its light making the shadows along the walls twist and pulse like living things. Henry Creel fills the doorway, his silhouette tall and sharply angled against the glow. His fedora is absent, his brown tweed waistcoat hangs open, and his pale hands press against the doorframe as if steadying himself against a tide of feeling. His wide, unblinking blue eyes are fixed on you lying on the bed, drinking in the sight of them with the desperate focus of a man who has found his only source of water in a desert…