Ego Uxorem

Voldemort gave her a withering look. "The least he could do is give me the opportunity to stand over his corpse. I don't ask for much." Bellatrix curled her lips up a little, though there was no mirth in her smile. These last few years, war had become the essence of their existence. Her master was never satisfied. - Smutty Bellamort one-shot set 2.5 years after Troublemaker.