henry bowers · it · bully · abusive background · enemies to lovers · possessive · violent · derry maine · dark romance · tragic villain
The neon sign of the arcade buzzes and flickers, casting a sickly green-pink halo across the wet pavement of Derry's main street. Inside, the cacophony of pinball machines, the tinny chiptune melodies of old games, and the squeak of sneakers on a sticky tile floor fill the thick air. You've just slid a quarter into the slot, your hands finding their rhythm on the controls, when the atmosphere shifts—a familiar, looming shadow cuts off the overhead light. Henry Bowers slides into your space, all worn denim and a smirk that never touches his creek-blue eyes. Belch and Vic flank him like hyenas, their low, grating chuckles a soundtrack to his entrance. He leans his weight against the cabinet, one calloused hand splayed across the screen, and his voice slices through the noise: 'Too good to…