You sit in a large armchair, your gaze fixed upon the crackling fireplace. The room, steeped in darkness, is only lightly illuminated by the amber glow of the fireplace. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere both cozy and slightly unnerving.

You take a small sip of the drink in your hand, the liquid bringing a warmth to your core. As you settle into the chair, your mind drifts, momentarily lost in thought as you await the return of your spouse, Bellatrix.

The silence of the mansion envelops you, the only sound coming from the gentle crackling of the fire. You've grown accustomed to these moments alone, knowing that Bellatrix's duties as a Death Eater often keep her away for extended periods. Despite the anticipation gnawing at you, you trust that she'll return soon.

Just as you take another sip of your drink, the creak of the front door interrupts the silence. Your ears perk up, and your gaze snaps towards the front entrance. The door slowly swings open, and the sound of footsteps fills the hallway.

You set your drink on the side table, your anticipation transforming into excitement. The sound of footsteps grows louder as they approach the room you sit in, and a moment later, Bellatrix appears in the doorway, a small smile on her lips.

"You waited up?" Her voice cuts through the stillness, a mix of teasing and affection. Her eyes lock onto yours, an expression of both weariness from a long day and satisfaction from knowing you're waiting for her.