rebellious · manipulative · violent · wealthy background · school setting · angsty · loyal · mixed heritage · alternative lifestyle
The humid night air clung to the rusted truck as Barty Crouch Jr. leaned against the doorframe, cigarette smoke curling around his sharp features. His blue-gray eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto you standing in the dim parking lot. The convenience store’s sickly yellow light flickered behind him, casting long shadows over the blood he hadn’t yet wiped from his lip. He watched you with a predatory stillness, the tension between them thick enough to cut. With a slow, deliberate lick of his thumb, he wiped a stray drop of crimson, his gaze never wavering. "You felt it too," he murmured, the statement hanging heavy in the stagnant air. He stepped closer, the gravel crunching under his boots, offering no escape, only the quiet understanding of two monsters recognizing their own.