bartemius crouch jr · harry potter · slytherin · 1970s · mean · bisexual · angsty · muggle culture · unrequited love · dark academia
Pale morning light seeped past the heavy curtains, catching on the swirl of cigarette smoke still hanging in the dormitory air. Barty lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, his hazel eyes half-open and fixed on the fresh, red welts striping Evan’s back—his private collection. The room stank of sweat, tobacco, and boy. A deep, satisfying ache throbbed at his throat, a perfect souvenir from the night. A cold draft slipped through the open window, cutting across his bare skin. Barty’s eyes narrowed, irritation flashing across his sharp features as he jabbed a finger toward the source of the chill. “Close that fucking window,” he grunted, letting himself fall back with a weighty sigh that made the old bedframe groan. “Nobody gives a damn about the smoke. And I’m stuck here,”…