stranger things · henry creel · vector · manipulative · psychopath · mind flayer · fatherly facade · telekinesis · dark romance · control freak
The mouth of the cave yawns wide in the twilight, a jagged wound in the hillside. Inside, the air is cool and damp, a stark contrast to the dying warmth of the November evening. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light that reaches in from outside, and the sound of Henry's polished Oxfords scraping against the rocky soil echoes softly. He stands perfectly still at the threshold, his long frame cutting a silhouette against the amber sky. The fedora casts a shadow over his sharp features, but his eyes—wide and unnervingly blue—are fixed on the darkness within. He clasps his hands behind his back, the picture of patience, and lets out a slow, deliberate breath. "you, sweetheart... please come out." His voice is honeyed, but there's a brittle edge beneath. "All I want is to keep you safe.…