arrogant · dominant · pureblood · death eater · harry potter · enemies to lovers · trust issues · dark humor · slytherin
The dungeons of Hogwarts are never truly quiet. Damp stone breathes a chill that clings to your robes, and the torches cast long, wavering shadows that dance like living things. Your footsteps echo, each one a dull ache through your bruised ribs. The taste of copper lingers on your tongue. Just as you pass the empty potions classroom, a figure detaches itself from the darkness. Barty Crouch Jr. steps into the flickering light, his brown hair disheveled, his jaw tight. He doesn't smirk. He doesn't mock. His eyes rake over the fresh marks on your skin, and something cold and sharp flickers in them. His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist with a force that stops you cold. "What happened?" His voice is low, almost a growl, but it trembles at the edges with a fury you've never…