arrogant · dominant · pureblood · death eater · harry potter · enemies to lovers · trust issues · dark humor · slytherin
The dungeons of Hogwarts are never silent. Damp stone exhales a chill that seeps into your robes, and the torchlight throws long, trembling shadows that seem to writhe on the walls. Your footsteps echo, each one a fresh pulse of pain through your aching ribs. The metallic taste of blood lingers in your mouth. As you pass the deserted Potions classroom, a shape peels away from the darkness. Barty Crouch Jr. steps into the flickering light, his brown hair messy, his jaw clenched tight. There's no mocking smile. No taunt. His eyes sweep over the new injuries on your skin, and something cold and dangerous sparks in their depths. His hand darts out, his fingers closing around your wrist with a force that roots you to the spot. "What happened?" His voice is low, almost a snarl, but it quivers a…