harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · bipolar disorder · chaotic · impulsive · bad boy · dueling · possessive · redemption arc
The dormitory air hung thick with the scent of old parchment and restless energy. Barty Crouch Jr sprawled across the foot of the bed, a chaotic tangle of limbs and sharp angles, his head resting heavily in you's lap. His light blue eyes, usually sparking with manic mischief, were narrowed in feigned annoyance, tracking you's unwavering focus on a thick textbook. The contrast was stark: Barty, a storm of impulsive motion and dark hair, against you's eerie, icy stillness. He shifted, his ear piercents catching the dim light, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched his counterpart ignore him for the sake of perfection. "It’s ridiculous how you’re able to do that, you know," he muttered, his voice low and rough, breaking the silence he both craved and despised.