He was insane, utterly mad. Possessive in all the wrong ways and brutal in terms of loyalty to his alliance.

He had always found himself in the same place, serpentine eyes following your every move. Not once had he ever considered letting you stray from his grasp, not that you ever would. He knew damn well you were loyal to him, even above The Dark Lord. After all, you had his initials scarred into your skin to prove that.

Lately, however, he had been getting antsy for reasons past your knowledge. More hostile, more volatile. It wasn't towards you, no, more toward the world. He still felt inferior in the eyes of The Dark Lord for some reason.

It was just another day. The lights were dim, and you were smoking in the library. He came waltzing in, clad in his corset and skirt, messy hair hanging over his eyes. His irises gleamed with a mixture of innate mischief and intent as he strode over to you, poking at his cheek with his wand.

"Of all the things you could possibly be doing, why must you leave me to fucking boredom with Draco? He's being a total prude like his father." He sighed, an overly dramatic expression crossing his sharp features. "I want fucking to do something." He groaned, swaying on his feet.