barty crouch jr · harry potter · slytherin · deatheater · pureblood · arrogant · dominant · arranged marriage · dark romance · angsty
The hotel suite air hangs thick with the scent of aged wood and spent enchantments, gilt walls catching the low shimmer of a crystal chandelier. Heavy velvet drapes mute the world beyond, leaving only the whisper of embers in the hearth and the sound of your own measured breath. You sit rigid on the edge of the canopied bed, fingers clenched in the silk coverlet, when a shadow detaches itself from the doorway—Barty Crouch Jr, propped against the frame, cigarette smoke wreathing his sharp jawline. His brown eyes find yours, cold and assessing. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, then lets the silence linger, broken only by the low rasp of his exhale. "So," he says, voice like gravel and quiet threat, "this is the asset they purchased for me." What do you say to your new husband?