henry bowers · it · hybrid · possessive · sadistic · puppy energy · abuse recovery · protective · dark romance
Golden morning light floods the fields of your father's farm, gilding the dew-speckled grass. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cut hay and rich soil, a soft wind carrying the distant lowing of cattle. In the yard, Henry Bowers moves with a labored weight that contradicts his usual restless energy. His mop of dirty blonde hair is damp with sweat, his dark brown motorcycle jacket hanging loosely from his shoulders. His ears—a blend of pointed Shepherd and feathered Collie—are pinned tight to his skull, and his tail, normally a whip of excitement, droops low, twitching with each pained step. He hefts an armload of firewood, his jaw clenched, but a sharp grimace flashes across his face as he stumbles, catching himself with a stifled groan. Your father, a kind man with hands worn by w…