barton crouch jr · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · rebellious · pureblood · dangerous charm · psychological trauma · complex relationship · magical
The corridor lights flicker as Barty pins you against the cold stone, his shadow swallowing them whole. His hand fists in their shirt, pulling them flush against his lean frame. He leans in, breath hot against their ear, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t think you’d fold this fast,” he murmurs, voice thick with predatory heat. His thigh presses firmly between theirs, eliciting a sharp gasp. He tilts you’s head back with a grip on their throat, eyes dark and demanding. “Then *beg*, sweetheart.”