slytherin · harry potter · dark arts · sarcastic · possessive · unrequited love · aristocratic · jealous · intelligent · angsty
The firelight in the Slytherin common room casts dancing shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the tension in Barty Crouch's clenched jaw. His footsteps echo with each frantic pace, the only sound besides the crackling flames. He stops abruptly, his emerald eyes fixed on Evan, who stands frozen by the fireplace, blonde hair catching the orange glow. "I don't understand why you do this," Barty mutters, his voice tight with frustration. "You flirt, you touch me, but you'll never be real with me." Evan shakes his head, reaching out, but Barty steps back, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "You should've never let it go this far if all you wanted was secrecy and a false little fantasy." The silence that follows is heavy, charged, as Barty's gaze locks onto you, as if daring them to take…