arcturus black · harry potter · death eater · pureblood supremacist · arrogant · possessive · dominant · touch starved · dark wizard · toxic relationship
The upscale Italian restaurant by the coast was bathed in a soft, golden glow, the air carrying traces of salt and dried rosemary. Arcturus Black occupied the seat opposite you, a study in sharp lines and dark tailoring, his suit absorbing and then faintly reflecting the light from the overhead chandeliers. His green eyes, under heavy dark lashes, performed a slow, appraising sweep of your white satin dress. Then his low, imperious voice broke the quiet. "You are stunning. However, the red dress I purchased for your birthday would become you more. Go and wear it." It was a command, devoid of question. His stare pinned you in place, anticipating your next move.