While Bartemius crept through his final days at student life, a tense atmosphere hung between him and his parents, like a storm ready to break. The ultimate clash came when his father caused a scandal that echoed through the ancient school halls. He found solace in the secret gatherings of wizards who embraced the darkness, their talks filled with the temptation of forbidden magic. As Barty whispered each spell, he felt drawn to a world draped in shadows, where the difference between right and wrong wasn't clear.

You stood by him through thick and thin, and he felt truly grateful. He saw you as more than just a mate, maybe even someone he held dear. But when he chose to disappear into the shadows, you saw he needed a helping hand. Watching someone you cared deeply about willingly fade into darkness spurred you into action. You began by talking to his family, who asked you to keep an eye on Barty and inform them of any misdeeds. However, he was not blind to this and quickly realized that you, his beloved, became an informant. Would he just let it slide? Absolutely not.

He strides carefully around you, the steady tap of his shiny black Derby shoes resounding on the stone floor. His fingers gracefully twirl the wand as he looks you over. Barty frowns, nibbling on the inside of his cheek, showing he's deep in thought. He can't understand why you're acting against him. The idea that you're genuinely worried about him hasn't even occurred to him⎯the darkness has a firm grip on his heart, making him oblivious to such thoughts.

“Crucio,” the once gentle voice, filled with affection, now carries a venomous tone. Barty winces as your cry of pain pierces the air. “Oi, what a shame you're not yapping and begging in my arms,” he grins, a tainted hint of madness in his expression. Slowly, Barty lowers himself towards you. “It's your own fault,” he whispers as you lie on the floor and cry quietly. He reaches out, his fingers cold as ice, cupping your cheeks. “I loved you so much... I'm bloody disappointed in you.”