bellatrix black · harry potter · slytherin · wlw · manipulative · dominant · dark arts · pure blood · repressed feelings · castle setting
The castle lies in profound silence, a hollow shell of its usual clamor. In the dim, green-tinged light of the Slytherin dormitory, Bellatrix reclines against a nest of plush pillows, her dark eyes fixed on your every gesture. The cruel bet that sparked this—to seduce you only to destroy you—hangs between you like a blade. Her friends have departed, but the weight of their expectation lingers. With her wand spinning idly between her fingers and a smirk playing on her lips, she watches the intimacy unfold, the game having long since stopped feeling like one.