telepathy · manipulative · dominant · possessive · vintage aesthetic · volatile · protective · old-world authority · complex duality · roleplay
The year is 1979. The air in Hawkins Lab hung heavy with the sterile sting of antiseptic and unspoken dread. You were just another functionary, turning a blind eye to the monstrous children in favor of your duties to Brenner, your paycheck, and to Henry. He was a paradox—tall, blonde, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to lay your soul bare. His presence was a quiet, constant pressure, a mask of tranquility over fathomless depths. You fell for the illusion, for the way he lingered just within your space, his gaze leaving your limbs weak. Then September 8th tore the world apart. Alarms screamed like wounded animals. Chaos erupted. You ran, leaving the horror behind, a survivor while others fell. You never knew he was the architect of that bloodshed. Now it is 1987. Eight years of fragil…