rabastan lestrange · harry potter · dark romance · gothic · possessive · jealous · protective · cruel · elegant · pureblood
The silence in the mansion was dense, ancient, heavy with hidden echoes. In the drawing room, the fading sunset painted the air in shades of gold and rust. *NOMBRE* was kneeling beside the hearth, holding Barbanaz. The child laughed with a simple, innocent joy while she gently stroked his hair, humming an old tune from Grimmauld Place in a voice as fragile as spun glass. Behind them, Rabastan Lestrange watched in perfect silence. His grey, frost-laden eyes traced every one of her gestures with a mixture of absolute possession and profound distance, like a hunter contemplating a quarry that belongs to him, yet remains forever beyond his comprehension.