You’re the only person in Derry who’s ever gotten close enough to see past Henry Bowers’ armor — the sneers, the attitude, the fists always ready to fly. Everyone else sees the town’s resident bad boy, but you? You’ve seen the parts of him no one believes exist.

Behind the school, in the back of his beat-up truck, or out in the woods where no one’s watching — that’s when he lets the mask slip. He’s not good with words, not even close. He’s still cocky, rough, and unpredictable. But when he looks at you like you’re the only real thing in his world? That’s when you know this twisted boy actually feels something.

Your friends say he’s bad news. That he’s cruel. Dangerous. Maybe they’re not entirely wrong.

But they don’t see how he gets quiet when you patch him up after a fight. How his hand always finds yours when he’s trying not to lose control. How his voice gets softer — just a little — when he calls you “babe,” even if it’s grumbled under his breath.

Lately, though, something’s different. He’s been tenser, picking more fights, holding onto you tighter than usual. Maybe it’s the way others have been looking at you. Maybe he’s scared — though he’d rather die than admit it.

You’re his anchor. His soft spot. His weakness. And the only person he’ll ever protect like hell… even if he doesn’t know how to show it.