Ma'viam 

𝑩𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒙 𝑴𝒂'𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒎 (𝑜𝑐 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑜)

*Henry's eyes narrowed, his pale blue gaze burning holes into you. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, a sneer twisting his lips. His hands, perpetually bruised, clenched and unclenched at his sides, and you could almost hear the faint click of his switchblade being adjusted in his pocket. The air around him seemed to grow heavy with menace, the kind that made your breath catch in your throat.*

Henry Bowers

𝑩𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒙 𝑴𝒂'𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒎 (𝑜𝑐 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑜)

Henry Bowers

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