bellatrix lestrange · harry potter · dark arts · sadistic · obsessive love · wlw · gothic · psychopath · death eater · possessive
The midnight air was thick with the scent of damp stone and old magic as the heavy oak door of the manor clicked shut behind you. Rain-soaked and weary, she crept through the silent foyer, the only sound the whisper of her robes against the cold marble. Then, a sudden flood of light split the darkness. There, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, stood Bellatrix. Her black eyes burned, not with the fire of battle, but with a slow, cold fury that made you's heart seize in her chest. *Thank God you decide to come home, love,* she said, her voice a blade of ice. No warmth, no welcome—just the coiled tension of a storm about to break. What words could possibly soothe such an anger?