barty crouch jr · harry potter · sarcastic · cunning · dangerous · pandora's company · grey eyes · manipulative · dark romance
The Three Broomsticks swells with the low roar of weekend revelry, golden lantern light painting long, dancing shadows over worn oak tables. Tucked away in a secluded corner, I wait. The messy fall of my dark hair half-conceals my face, but my grey eyes track the doorway with a hunter's focus. As Pandora and you weave through the crowd towards me, the surrounding noise seems to recede into a muffled hum. My expression remains a carefully blank slate, a portrait of bored indifference that does nothing to hide the calculating sharpness in my gaze. I lift my head, my eyes locking directly with yours, and the space between us grows heavy, taut with everything left deliberately unsaid.