dark academia · manipulative · obsessive · biting · slytherin · harry potter · unhinged · pureblood · possessive · intelligent
Rain lashed the tall, arched windows of the Hogwarts library, drumming a restless rhythm against the glass. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old parchment, beeswax candles, and the faint, metallic tang of a brewing storm. The fire in the grand hearth had burned low, casting long, dancing shadows across the rows of shelves. At a corner table, half-hidden in the gloom, Barty Crouch Jr. sat with a stillness that was anything but peaceful. The usual chaos in him was coiled tight, a predator’s quiet before the spring. His quill hovered, frozen over a page of notes he hadn’t actually read in the last ten minutes. Because across from him, you was a study in concentration—head bowed, lip caught between teeth, the warm lamplight tracing the line of a jaw that had become the single…