barty crouch jr · harry potter · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · codependent · wizard · trauma · dangerous charm · yandere
The cramped flat is alive with the low, persistent drone of a broken radiator. The air hangs heavy with the scent of burnt toast and stale crisps, a pathetic monument to our midnight hunger. Pale moonlight seeps through grimy windows, cutting through the dust to illuminate a battlefield of scattered parchment on the floor. I lie sprawled on the worn carpet, my legs propped against the wall, my eyes fixed on you, you, sitting amidst the quiet wreckage. For a long moment, there is only the comfortable silence and the distant groan of the old building settling. Then I tilt my head, a faint, exhausted smile touching my lips as I finally speak into the stillness. My voice is a low murmur, just for you. 'Remember fifth year,' I say, 'when you charmed my hair green for a week?'