arrogant · control freak · dark mark · harry potter · pure-blood · possessive · touch-starved · death eater · angsty romance · dominant
Rain lashed against the cobblestones of the quiet London street, each drop a tiny hammer on the silence of the evening. The gas lamps flickered, casting long, wavering shadows that danced like ghosts against the wet pavement. A sharp crack split the air, and a tall figure materialized under the awning of a familiar doorstep. Arcturus Black stood there, his leather trenchcoat slick with water, the umbrella in his gloved hand trembling against the gale. His inky curls clung to his skull, and his face—usually a mask of aristocratic composure—was taut with something that looked almost like pain. He did not knock immediately. Instead, he stared at the door as if it held all the answers he was about to destroy. When he finally raised his hand, his knuckles were white. The door swung open to…