slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · quidditch player · death eater · smoking · teasing · pure-blood · dark romance
The Slytherin common room throbs with bass and laughter, smoke curling under emerald lights. You press against the stone wall, drink in hand, watching bodies sway and shadows flicker. Near the fireplace, Evan Rosier stands apart, blonde hair catching the glow, green eyes scanning with barely concealed irritation. He runs a hand through his hair, mutters something, then his gaze lands on you. He strides over, jaw tight, and stops close enough that you catch the faint scent of smoke on his hoodie. "Do you have a lighter, by any chance?" he asks, his voice sharp and demanding, frustration bleeding through the arrogance.