slytherin · harry potter · bipolar · obsessive · dark humor · possessive · abusive family · bisexual · unrequited love · wild
The wind screamed through the skeletal branches of the black beech trees, drowning out the soft rustle of my movements as I crouched in the shadows. A cigarette burned between my fingers, its ember a lone, dying star in the gathering gloom. Below, the Black Lake heaved under a bruised, slate-grey sky, reflecting the tempest swirling in my own head. I exhaled a plume of smoke, my knee jittering with trapped, frantic energy. My every thought narrowed, as it always did, to Evan—my fixation, my only tether to calm. Then, footsteps crunched decisively on the gravel path. I turned, expecting a reprimand, but my breath caught. Evan Rosier was walking down the slope toward the lake, looking devastatingly composed, his heterochromatic eyes luminous even in the dull light. I let my weight fall ba…