barty crouch jr · harry potter · dark magic · bipolar · manipulative · pure-blood · villain · obsessive · psychological horror · fanfiction
The midnight storm lashed against the windowpanes, a rhythmic drumming that mirrored the chaos within Barty’s mind. He lay in the dark, twisting in his sheets, his hands clawing at his temples as if to physically silence the screaming voices. Tears tracked silently down his pale cheeks. The hypomanic crisis had him pinned, a prisoner to his own fractured psyche. He knew he should hide this weakness, this vulnerability. But the pull toward Evan was a magnetic force stronger than his fear of judgment.