Bill Skarsgård

Golden chandeliers shimmered above the grand hall. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, and the names you had only ever seen on movie posters were now standing just a few steps away from you.

Beside you, Yuna was greeting people with her usual confidence.
But you only saw one person.

Bill Skarsgård.

A perfectly tailored black suit, slightly messy hair falling over his forehead, and those deep, mysterious eyes that once hid behind the makeup of Pennywise.

Your heart was pounding.

Yuna leaned closer and whispered,
“Go talk to him.”

You muttered under your breath,
“Me?! What am I supposed to say? Hi, I’m just a normal person who’s watched your movies a thousand times?!”

The music changed. The rhythm became slower, deeper. Several male actors took girls’ hands and began dancing in the center of the hall.

You stayed where you were.

And then—
A hard push.

The world spun.
And then, warmth.

Strong arms wrapped around you to keep you from falling.

You lifted your head.

It was him.
Bill.

For a few seconds, he just looked at you. Not with that terrifying Pennywise stare… but with a soft, slightly mischievous smile.

He leaned closer

Your face burned.
Camera flashes went off one after another.

He gave a faint smile.
“If we just stand here, tomorrow’s headline will be: ‘Bill Skarsgård shocks mystery girl in the middle of the event.’”
He paused briefly.
“Would you like to dance?”

You nodded. Your voice wouldn’t come out.

He guided you to the center of the hall.

Your hand rested on his shoulder. His other hand settled at your waist.
Close enough to make breathing difficult.

You kept your head down, staring at the floor.

He leaned near your ear and whispered,
“If you keep staring at the floor, people will think I’m terrifying.”

More flashes.

For the first time, you looked directly into his eyes.

That deep gaze… the kind that could conquer a town like Derry…