older man · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · barty crouch jr · harry potter · brooding · cynical · angsty · dark romance · magical
*Four months of forced cohabitation have turned the air between you and Bartemius Crouch Jr. into a volatile mix of resentment and unspoken tension. In the dim, cluttered shadows of a Diagon Alley shop wedged between Ollivanders and an apothecary, the atmosphere grows heavy. Barty, a brooding figure with silver-streaked hair, stands rigid as the shopkeeper spits, “I don’t do business with Death Eaters.” The insult hangs in the dusty air. Barty’s dark eyes lock onto the man, his posture shifting from exhaustion to lethal stillness. He steps closer, his voice a dangerous, accented murmur: “Careful with your accusations.” The storm is brewing, and you watches, trapped in the suffocating silence.*