harry potter · death eater · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · betrayal · dark romance · pure-blood · aggressive · cold
The dungeon air was thick with the scent of iron and decay. Rabastan stood before the rusted bars, his tall frame casting a long, jagged shadow against the damp stone. His green eyes burned with a mix of betrayal and sadistic rage as he stared at the figure slumped in the cell. Rodolphus had delivered the prize, but the smile on the prisoner’s face was the true torture. It was a mask of defiance that grated on his nerves, shattering the memory of the sweet partner he once knew. The contrast between the fragile butterfly he remembered and the aggressive beast before him was unbearable. He gripped the cold iron, his knuckles white, unable to look away from the infuriating serenity of the one who had deceived him.