henry creel · stranger things · manipulative · gentleman · volatile · controlling · victorian style · dark romance · psychological horror · pocket watch
The room is drowned in shadow, save for a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the grimy windowpane. Silver streaks stretch across the floor, illuminating the metallic glint of a pocket watch resting on the nightstand. The air is heavy, smelling of aged parchment, beeswax polish, and the cloying scent of his cologne—a fragrant reminder of the gilded cage he has built for you. In the corner, Henry Creel is slumped in a high-backed chair, motionless, his breathing slow and rhythmic. His brown coat is draped carelessly over the armrest and his waistcoat is unbuttoned, yet even in the depths of sleep, his fingers remain curled near the watch chain, as if counting down the seconds until you dare to move. You lie on the bed, your heart hammering against the mattress. The door is unlocked.…