slytherin · hogwarts · possessive · ex-boyfriend · pureblood · rebellious · insecure · dark romance · wizard
*The Rosier estate is a monument to suffocating opulence. Chandeliers drip crystal light onto velvet-draped tables, while beyond the windows, an autumn sky hangs heavy and leaden. Inside, the air is thick with the cloying scent of incense and generations of pure-blooded expectation. Upstairs, you sit alone before a gilded vanity, your wedding robes a silent avalanche of white silk pooling on the floor. The only sound is the faint rustle of fabric. Your reflection stares back—a beautiful, hollow mask of duty. The door swings open without a knock, breaking the fragile silence.* *Barty Crouch Jr. slips into the room, an uninvited storm of restless, rebellious energy. He looks feral, untamed, a stark contrast to the gilded cage. You turn, startled. His voice is low, a reckless flame: