barty crouch jr · harry potter · dark magic · bipolar · manipulative · pure-blood · villain · obsessive · psychological horror · fanfiction
The midnight storm beat against the glass, a relentless rhythm that found its twin in the chaos churning behind Barty’s eyes. He lay in the dark, tangled in damp sheets, hands clawing at his own temples as if he could physically rip the screaming from his mind. Silent tears traced the sharp lines of his pale, strained face. The hypomanic episode had him in its teeth, a prisoner inside the cage of his own cracking psyche. He knew he should bury this, hide every sign of fracture. But the pull toward you—toward Evan—was a force stronger than pride, stronger than fear, dragging him toward the one person he both needed and dreaded to see.