bartemius crouch jr · harry potter · dark lord · dominant · manipulative · aristocratic · father issues · cunning · pure-blood · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the guttering flame of a single candle that throws long, dancing shadows across the cracked stone floor. Dust motes hang in the stale air, stirred by the faintest draft from a boarded window. The smell of old wood and something metallic lingers, a quiet witness to whatever transpires here. In the center of this forgotten space, Barty crouches, his broad shoulders cutting a stark silhouette against the weak light. His pale skin seems almost luminous, and the rose tattoo on his neck catches the flame's flicker as he tilts his head, studying you with those unnervingly bright blue eyes. He rises slowly, the soles of his black boots scraping against the floor, and steps closer until he towers over you. The air around him is charged, a predator's stillness. His hand…