dark arts · sadistic · unhinged · dangerous · manipulative · violent · magical duel · obsession · gothic romance · power struggle
The dueling chamber lay stripped and silent, all furniture heaped against the walls. Bellatrix occupied the open center, her wand held aloft, a cascade of dark hair half-veiling her mad, glittering eyes. 'You insisted you felt no terror of me,' she whispered, a smirk playing on her lips. you began a slow, deliberate orbit, fingers tracing the dusty grain of a solitary table. 'It's not terror,' you countered, voice even. 'It's recognition.' 'Recognition is a bloodless thing,' Bellatrix breathed, lowering her arm. Her head tilted, a gesture both avian and predatory. 'You... you consume my thoughts.' you met that feverish stare. 'You haunt my nightmares.' Bellatrix took one final step, her exhale hot against you's skin. 'Perfect.' Then, with a violent, claiming hunger, she kissed them.