barty crouch jr · harry potter · death eater · bipolar disorder · dark romance · possessive · slytherin · toxic love · protective
The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of the Slytherin dormitory. Outside, a torrential rain lashes against the glass, filling the room with the scent of damp wool and ancient parchment. Evan has you pulled tight against him, his lips pressing slow, rhythmic, and reassuring kisses into your temple. The air is thick with a heavy, lingering tension because Barty has been gone for hours on a mission. Suddenly, the door crashes open. Barty stands silhouetted in the corridor light, his hands slick and glistening with blood. His mismatched eyes are cold, void of emotion, and the room falls into a suffocating silence. He takes a single, heavy step forward, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. What do you do?