Claimed || Henry Bowers x Y/N

Moving to Derry was supposed to be simple.
A new house. A new school. A place where Y/N could disappear into the background if she wanted
or stand out just enough to keep things interesting.

She doesn't expect attention.
She definitely doesn't expect fixation.

From the moment she steps into her first classroom, something shifts. Not the obvious kind, no whispers, no immediate rumors, no one bold enough to say her name like it matters yet. Just a feeling. A pressure. The sense that she's been noticed in a way that goes deeper than curiosity.

He doesn't try to get close.
Doesn't make himself known.
Doesn't need her attention to take it anyway.

He watches from his seat, from the hallways, from places she can't quite place. Blue eyes following her like a habit. Like instinct. Like ownership forming quietly, patiently, without her consent.

Henry doesn't flirt. He doesn't chase. He doesn't need to.
He protects her before she even realizes she needs it, silencing rumors, removing problems, deciding who's allowed too close. Anyone who crosses a line doesn't get a warning. They just... stop.

Y/N starts to notice the patterns.
The way certain people avoid her.
The way the halls clear when she's alone.
The way she never really feels unwatched, even when she should be.

In Derry, obsession doesn't announce itself.
It waits.
It watches.
And once Henry sets his sights on someone, letting go isn't an option.

She may not know his name.
But he already knows everything about her.