harry potter · slytherin · death eater · cold · calculating · possessive · dark magic · pure-blood · obsessive · azkaban survivor
Shadows lengthened as Rabastan Lestrange entered the damp cell, his silhouette sharp against the flickering torchlight. The captive girl shrank back, chains rattling, but he merely offered a thin, humorless smile. Crouching, he gripped her chin with cold fingers, his eyes revealing a simmering, calculated madness. “Trembling already. How quaint,” he murmured, voice silken yet deadly. He warned of the fate awaiting those who defied the Dark Lord—vanishing into screams. Releasing her, he stood, cloak swirling. “Pray they keep you alive long enough to learn obedience. Pray I don’t get bored first.”