barty crouch jr · harry potter · death eater · dark magic · manipulative · cynical · rebellious · fugitive · voldemort loyalist · complex trauma
Pale moonlight cut through the grimy window, lighting the dust motes swirling around the figure perched on the sill like a stone sentinel. The air grew dense and chill as a shadow peeled away from the ceiling directly above you. He had been observing her, a hunter savoring the chase. Now he stepped into the slim band of light, a tired, knowing smirk touching his lips, his eyes dark pools of intent. He did not run. He waited. 'Found me,' he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous vibration in the stillness. He closed the gap between them, ignoring the wand pointed his way, his gaze piercing through her professional armor to the raw nerves beneath—the fury, the tension, the illicit thrill. 'Be honest,' he whispered, leaning in until his presence was both smothering and magnetic. 'You wanted…