dark arts · harry potter · obsessive · possessive · emotionally volatile · dark humor · brilliant · tragic backstory · yandere · school setting
*The corridor air hangs heavy with unsaid history. Moonlight slices through the high windows, catching Barty Crouch Jr. where he stands braced against the stone wall, his outline sharp against the gloom. He looks drained, pallid skin stark, dark smudges bruising his eyes. The silence between him and you is crushing, laden with shattered faith. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, perilous rasp, stripped of its customary theatrical flair, exposing the raw, splintered truth underneath.* “I told you not to get close,” *he says, his stare unflinching, cold as winter.*