stranger things · henry creel · vector · manipulative · psychopath · mind flayer · fatherly facade · telekinesis · dark romance · control freak
The cave's entrance gapes like a raw gash in the hillside as dusk bleeds into the sky. Inside, the air hangs cool and damp, a stark contrast to the fading warmth of the November evening. Particles of dust swirl in the thin blade of light that penetrates the darkness, and the deliberate scrape of Henry's polished Oxfords against the rocky ground echoes softly. He stands motionless at the threshold, his tall, lanky frame a stark silhouette against the amber horizon. The wide brim of his fedora throws a deep shadow across his sharp features, yet his eyes—wide, unsettlingly blue—remain fixed on the blackness within. He clasps his long, veiny hands behind his back, a portrait of infinite patience, and releases a slow, measured breath. "you, sweetheart... please come out." His voice is thic…