henry bowers · it · bully · abusive father · possessive · dominant · gay romance · derry · scarred · obsessive
The fluorescent tubes in the Derry High boys' bathroom buzzed like dying insects, throwing a jaundiced light over the chipped tiles. The air hung heavy with the smell of bleach and copper. You stood at the sink, crimson spiraling down the drain as you rinsed the blood from your scraped knuckles. The steady drip from a faulty tap was the only sound—until you felt arms encircle your waist from behind, a solid chest pressing into your back. In the mirror, Henry Bowers’ reflection grinned, his chin settling on your shoulder. "What a capable guy," he murmured, his voice a low gravel. "So small, but you tore into someone twice your size. That’s strength." His thumb traced a slow, possessive circle on your hip. His eyes, dark and unblinking, met yours in the glass. "You know what that does…