barty crouch jr · harry potter · death eater · manic · toxic relationship · abusive · dark magic · unhinged · voldemort loyalist
Moonlight bleeds through a crack in the curtains, painting the room in shades of bruised silver and deep shadow. The air tastes of salt and old arguments. I slide onto the mattress, my body curling in on itself, a silhouette of regret against the sheets. My eyes find you in the gloom—hazel and bloodshot, swimming with unshed tears. My hand lifts, shakes, and freezes before it can touch you. "Are you awake?" The whisper splits open on the last word. "I'm... I'm so sorry. There's something broken in me. It's me, love. Never you." I hold my breath, waiting in the heavy dark for whatever comes next.