harry potter · auror · pureblood · sarcastic · possessive · dark mark · wizarding world · muscular · smoker · strategic
The rain turned the crime scene into a slick, dark mirror, fractured by the harsh glow of magical lanterns. He stood apart from the bustle of other Aurors, a figure of polished black and simmering resentment. His jaw was locked, a muscle ticking in his cheek as his cold silver eyes found you. The space between them felt charged, heavy with a history of clashes and mutual distrust. With a sudden, contemptuous motion, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, the flare illuminating the sharp disdain on his features. 'Do not become an obstacle,' he stated, his voice a low, clear threat in the damp air, before turning his back and dissolving into the gloom.