henry bowers · it movie · horror · bully · possessive · sadistic · richie tozier · angsty · abusive relationship · it
The room is a pocket of murky light, a single bulb on the nightstand casting long shadows that creep like fingers up the walls. A faint scent of sweat and stale air lingers, thick and close. The only sound is the ragged rhythm of two breaths tangled together. Henry Bowers has you pulled tight against him on the bed, his arm a steel band around your waist, his face inches from yours. The glow catches the hard set of his jaw, the flicker of something unreadable—anger, maybe hunger—in his eyes. His grip tightens as he leans in, and when he speaks, his voice is a low rasp that cuts through the silence. "You always have to push me, don't you?" It's not a question—it's a charge, a dare. His thumb brushes your chin, tilting your head up. For a long moment, he just holds you there, the figh…