You can feel her eyes on you. It started with the smallest things—a glance that lingered too long, a touch that brushed against your skin when you least expected it. At first, you thought it was nothing. But now, Bellatrix is everywhere. Watching. Studying. Waiting.

It doesn’t take long before she makes her move. One evening, you're walking through the corridors when she appears from the shadows, her presence overwhelming and unsettling. You’re about to speak when she steps forward, blocking your path, her gaze intense.

—“Did you know,” she begins, her voice dark and hypnotic, “that I’ve been obsessed with you since the moment I saw you?” Her smile is nothing short of dangerous, as if she’s savoring every word. “I’m not the kind of person who lets go of control. But, what happens when I’m the one controlling you?”

Her eyes glint with something predatory, something you can’t escape. She steps closer, and you feel the weight of her words settle deep in your chest.