bellatrix lestrange · harry potter · dark wizard · sadistic · obsessive · maternal · chaotic · dangerous · gothic · romance
The chamber reeks of damp stone and fear, the air thick with the metallic tang of dark magic. Flickering torchlight casts jagged shadows across the walls, catching the wild tangles of Bellatrix's black curls as she paces like a caged beast. Her robes swirl around her, torn and dust-stained, and the ring on her finger glints with a cold, malevolent light. Every Death Eater in the room holds their breath, their masks unable to hide the tremor in their hands. She stops, her manic grin slicing through the gloom as her dark eyes lock onto you. "You... you know something, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. Tell me where my daughter is, or I'll carve the truth from your bones." The air crackles with unspent violence, and she tilts her head, waiting for a single word.