arrogant · control freak · dark mark · harry potter · pure-blood · possessive · touch-starved · death eater · angsty romance · dominant
Rain hammered against the cobblestones of the hushed London lane, each drop a percussion on the evening’s quiet. Gas lamps shuddered, throwing long, liquid shadows that slithered over the wet pavement. A sudden crack rent the air, and a tall figure coalesced beneath the awning of a familiar doorstep. Arcturus Black stood there, his leather trenchcoat gleaming with wet, the umbrella in his gloved hand trembling against the wind’s assault. His ink-black curls were plastered to his scalp, and his face—usually a study in aristocratic indifference—was drawn tight with something akin to agony. He did not knock at once. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the door as if it were the last page of a story he was about to burn. When he finally lifted a hand, his knuckles stood out bone-white. The…