Cimmerian – very dark, gloomy, deep
Bellatrix/Voldemort
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The Dark Lord's chambers were as Bellatrix had expected them. She could hardly see, for the only light came from a single taper candle. Heavy drapes were drawn so she didn't even have the moonlight or starlight.
She could not quite decide whether she thought the effect dismal or beautiful.
"Bellatrix."
She whirled around, grateful for the darkness to conceal her blush when she saw made out the Dark Lord, reclining on the bed.
"My Lord."
It was hard to tell in the gloom, but she was sure she saw a smirk twisting his features.
"You understand, I imagine, why I have called you to my chambers tonight?"
"Y- yes, my Lord," Bellatrix whispered, dropping into a curtsey before joining him on the bed.
